Marionette

Cosmos, Chapter Sixty Two - Kiretsu [亀裂]

Darkness falls from breaking skies, spanning in endless specters of ceaseless black.

It drowned the glistening golds and beckoning blues, encircling and entrapping her within its clutches.

She missed the world where his warmth embraced the uncertainty encroaching on her horizons, splintering the doubts and lifting her spirits. It's hard to see where all of this began, and where the end collapsed.

Her heart was a hollow moon in darkened skies, spinning listless in an empty expanse.

How Amaya wished that she never listened to herself.

Figures blurred into endless black, encircling her every measured step. It was like this every time she descended through spiraling torment.

What could she say?

What could she do to reach the end?

What was there left for her to breach the void?

A fictious escape, permeated by shallow rancor; One she would never follow had she a say in the matter?

Perhaps so.

It felt like the walls were slowly closing in and the skies above were holding every flawed facet of her soul against her.

Ghosts of her memories haunted her every step, perpetuated by guilt long since shackled to her form. Fear kept her alive, yet it crippled every step she tried to take with her best interests as priority. Every step she took through the darkness to find an exit was heavy, leaden with fear and turmoil, driven by hope that she hadn't managed to lose.

Every glance felt like judgement, every passing word like acid against broken skin too damaged to protect her.

It took two to maintain the bridges that spanned the divide between souls. Both sides were required to lay the foundations to breach the chasm. It took two to maintain the connection to keep it pristine and intact, to keep it from falling into a state of disrepair.

But right now, those bridges were on fire, and her hands were too bloodied and broken to put them out.

Those shouted, burning words pressed against her vulnerable flesh dealt damage that would never fade, scars she would always feel no matter the passage of time. Every spat criticism made was as if the very pieces of her very soul were being nailed to the wall for all to see.

'He can't get to you anymore, but you won't ever be happy until you see it with your very own eyes, will you?!' Karma shouted at her in his tirade, blind to the onlookers and to what very words he was even spitting at her. 'Everyone is dead! There's nobody left for you to use to justify this bullshit you use as a crutch!'

Another piece of her heart was nailed to that wall when she realized every word she spoke to reach him only pushed him further.

'But you can't accept that, can you?!' His vitriol-stained words barely drowned out the whispering that began to echo from around them. 'You'd have nothing to use to justify the fact that you don't want to grow up and accept that the whole world isn't out to get you!'

'K-Karma, please--' She struggled to speak, but his shouting grew louder.

'You're a hypocrite about it when something doesn't go your way!'

Her words caught in her throat, rendering her mute in spite of her best efforts..

'You're happy feeling like your life is worse than anybody elses, you know that?! I have to deal with all of this bullshit you keep fixating on, because if I don't, you're going to end up killing yourself!'