Wrong Option

Chapter 4- Flowers

WARNING: SLIGHTLY DARK CHAPTER, VERY DEEP, JUST FOR THE SAKE OF THE STORY, I HOPE YOU HAVEA A GOOD IMAGINATION, SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER

Imagine being stood in a field of flowers. A field of your favourite flowers. They brush against your smooth legs, leaving a slight tingle on your soft skin. They infuse the air with drugged aromas, so addictively sweet. You slip into the bliss of heaven as the shining sun provides warmth on your neck and head. The gentle breeze maintaining a realaxing speed and temperature- again enhancing your happiness. You're all alone but you feel more free than ever. You can run, skip, fly if you want to. And no ones's there to stop you. You don't have to be embarrassed by your actions. You are safe and comfortable. You are in your beautiful haven, not trapped by anything, no walls to block you. Some petals drift in the wind. Almost like your thoughts.

Now, watch that image shatter as you remember all of the pain in the world, all the suffering, diseases, fatalities. All the flowers in that field stained with blood of the fallen from the war. Life is a war. You live depending on how well you fight. Your skill, up to fate. Your teacher, natural selection. Instincts, uncontrollable. Pain, intolerable. Freedom, non-existent. 

Is that field so nice anymore? Knowing what it actually is but you were too dazed by your dream to notice...Finally realising how monstrous your actions were, how disrespectful you have been.

Thinking this, everyone's image in their head is different. Every interpretation is unique. Every thought varied. But, how come we are all feeling pain noticing the things that have been there the whole time? 

Now, how are you feeling right now? That emotion is how Mei and Hitori feel at this point. Imagine having tears of joy whilst being stabbed in the back. Melancholy. Unexplainable pain. Unbreakable feelings. The knowledge that your in pain but you're too broken to notice, you finally reached the end. You see the light of heaven. 

Remember. Why were you living your whole life up to now? Which people did you live to protect? Did you get to save them? Avenge them or help them. 

Everything turns black. You fought fate. Will is the best dagger of all. It just depends on if you remember your reasoning at the moment it counts. It depends if you get caught in that dream again. If you forget who you are. If you forget who you want to be.

Remember the rose from the funeral.