Static

1. I Wouldn't Mind

A/N: Starting a new drabble book with a songfic! (The song "I Wouldn't Mind" is clearly not mine). About the cover, I didn't find anything that fits this one... so yeah, I made one using my fingers. ;P

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Merrily we fall out of line, out of line...

In which they met under a tragedy. Cold rain outside pattering silently as the huge, ancient mahogany doors broke the silent aura choking the inside of the car.

Franziska didn't know at first that she had no reason to know how it hurts to lose his father. At a very young age, their eyes were opened into a more mature angle. Far too much for anyone's liking.

Mostly they could imagine what it looks outside the estate, but the inside already taught them how harsh it looked. Almost impeccable to see, yet they must truly swallow it— like poison slowly eating away at someone.

I'd fall anywhere with you, I'm by your side...

Reading books, playing tactics on a chessboard, even her very own ridiculous yet imaginative roleplay of stuffed toys in a courtroom became a hang for them other than going outside. They share the rivalry, but without the strict eyes of their now-renowned father, they are kind towards each other.

They tell each other what punishment had grazed them, and soon enough, trust became a stronger bond. It was no longer a currency. Having to recognize that they are in the hell they've been trying to avoid.

No matter how it looks, they promised to be together as long as they could. It was childish, yes, but there was simply no one to help them.

Swinging in the rain, humming melodies...

Looking at the distant windows, the rain was unnerving, as it casts out a series of lightning storm to shoot from the sky within a minute.

Miles was simply watching mindless clouds dancing with the trees, having to wash those horrid memories away, but he can't. He knew it was the worst fear he had to bear alone. That shout of agony resonating from the inky sea of darkness as the loud clap of a gunshot seared his ears. He thought he had to atone for it later.

Franziska came into his room. Displaying great fright along her once-pristine face. He eased himself, as he had to offer yet another shelter and cover for her ears, away from the stormy weather outside.

He was glad and regretful at the same time— glad that he had someone to accompany him in this trying time, and was regretful for their fears. How could they face them with so many weaknesses?

His mentor would gladly choose to cease their existence if any one of them display these "weaknesses".

He was nowhere near salvage, and she wasn't too. They were having the worst things coming at them served like a platter. But somehow, in a small world like they were in now, could somehow ease those divided fear of theirs.

We're not going anywhere until we freeze...

He was asking the very same day, each day.

How to stop his mentor from hurting her.

It was just absurd. He wished he was taking her place, not for the pain, but to save her from being further broken apart like some sort of picture-puzzled crime scene. She was still blinded by her father's words of wisdom— which was, in truth– more manipulating than guiding.

After the snapping sound of the old man's sturdy cane ceased to reverberate, came forth Franziska, marching out of the door of her Father's office.

Once she was far enough from her Father's office and onto the library, she sat there, having nothing but troubled thoughts. What mistake she had done this time? And of course, she deserved punishment for doing such imperfection— and for not even quick enough to knowing her own slipup. Even she can't see her undoing, which was partly a serious offense to her Father.