Tales of Crazy: RusAme short stories

Falling Apart

This is a world where soulmates will slowly crumble away if they argue too much or they're separated for too long.

The effects can be reversed by showing affection.

*Ame*

I slide into the bathroom and look at the mirror. I take off my sunglasses, and my right eye is surrounded with cracks.

I put my glasses back on, and pull up my left sleeve.

Cracks run up and down my arm.

I sigh and roll my sleeve down again.

I know who it is, but I'm sure he won't care.

What happened to when he was nice?

Suddenly the door opens and I look up. He's standing there. I run into a stall and lock it.

He goes into another stall, and I run out of the bathroom.

I trip while running in a crowd, and everyone looks at me.

I get up and run home.

I lock myself in my room, curling up on the bed and crying.

*+*several months later*+*

It's gotten worse.

I haven't left my room, but my parents still bring me food.

My arm is close to falling off.

Canada walks in. "America.. Maybe going outside will help with your mood?"

I sigh. I should go out one last time before my arm crumbles away.

I stand up carefully, ignoring the cracks in my legs.

I change into something that hides all the cracks, then go with Canada.

He stays with me, making sure I'll be okay.

Then I see him. He's talking frantically to his sister in his language, when she points to me and yells something.

He looks up at me, then walks over. "Where were you? It's been a while since I've seen you outside."

He's tying to act like he normally does, but I can tell he's worried.

I back away from him, and my arm starts hurting. I grab it, and some dust falls out of my sleeve, but it looks like no one noticed.

I start backing up, but my knees buckle under my weight.

I hit the floor.

My arm hurts even worse. I can't wait to reach a bathroom, so I pull up my sleeve.

Small parts of my arm are already crumbling.

He picks me up and looks at my arm. "Who is it?"

My arm starts hurting worse, and I hiss in pain, holding my arm.