Where We Begin & End II K.N.J II

Chapter 2 - The Song

A/N: This is a mess but I'm doing my best T_T

Love,

MsNoShelfControl.

My limbs felt heavier than stone, yet my mind felt like it might float away. I couldn't hold onto a single solid thought. And all I could do was stare at him numbly as he uttered those strange words.

Searching his barely illuminated face for a clue as to whether or not he was real, I tried my best to make sense of what he's saying. "Are you mocking me?" I whispered, my voice cracking at the end.

I saw his eyes soften at that. Glancing down at the rocks below, he removed the soaked baseball cap on his head, letting loose a thick mass of dark hair that immediately clung to his striking face. He met my eyes again, a hint of fear among a sea of unreadable emotions in them.

"I don't know what brought you here, and I-I don't know if it's my place to tell you to stay," Now that I could see him more clearly, the apprehension was evident from his uneasy eyes to his fidgeting hands and the way his body was slightly leaning in my direction, as if ready to catch me any second I might fall. I watched him as he drew in a sharp breath before speaking again, "But by some twist of fate- "

"Please," I scoffed, looking away towards the horizon as I returned to reality. "Don't start with fate. Not right now. You can walk away and act like you saw nothing, no one will have to know."

There was brief pause before he responded, "That's what I'm trying to say. However it happened, I'm here now. And I can't walk away."

I shivered, feeling the last bit of my strength starting ebb away.

I could just lean over. It would be so easy.

"Sure you can. It's easy enough," My throat hurt from the bitter lump that had suddenly formed there, "Everyone does it."

"Since I can't walk away, I'll have to live with it forever. You don't owe it to me but I'd like to know why, just so I can keep you alive in my own way."

I wanted to laugh at his words but I didn't have the energy to, "What makes you think I want to be alive in any sense?"

"The fact that you're here right now."

At this, I did turn to look at him. His eyes were fixed steadily on me, trying to say something I couldn't quite follow. "Doesn't it indicate otherwise?" I asked, genuinely curious now.

I'm so tired. Just let me rest.

"If you didn't want to live, you wouldn't have held out until now. The fact that you tried until this moment shows that you did your best," He was leaning even closer now, the questions in his eyes becoming clearer by the minute. "You did your best," he repeated.

But I had heard enough. There was no fight left in me.

Looking away from him, I lowered myself to the bed of rocks and curled up on my side. Vaguely, I felt the rain beating down on my body with a near murderous vigor. It hurt, but I could barely register it. I was hurting everywhere.

"You don't know how loud it is," I croaked out, squeezing my eyes shut in an attempt to block everything out.

I could feel his confusion so I answered for him, "I-Inside my head. You have no idea."

"I can only imagine," He didn't sound like he was being sarcastic.

Strange.

"You know, not to be a bore in this lovely weather," I almost smiled at this, "but I'd always thought of minds as infinite but also as vessels. And like any other vessel, there's a limit to how much it can be filled before it overflows."