@magarula whispered : nothing will be like it was before, will it ?
decemberโs snowflakes fall silently amid the fading starโs vigil, the world awash in a sea of muted gray and scintillating white. there is still light to be found in the darkest of hours, several soft lights gently glowing within the comfort of being inside : their sources unknown. when once it was believed that there was certain sight of a harmony just within reach, that seemed to reverberate with the brilliant promise of eternity, it is the unexpected and pitiless nature of lifeโs reality that brings down its metaphorical sword and cleaves it in two. remnants scattered and in complete disarray, wondering how they may attempt to join as one again and weave a new direction of fate.
a dusting of snow has accumulated โpon raven โ coloured plumes, a pale hand reaching up to dispel of them before entering the dorm. a moment to steady oneself. it may very well be the last few breaths of fresh air that will be known and greatly entrusted to fond memory before the end of everything. with an emphatic inhale and exhale, there is no semblance of breath coming to meet the cold winter air. it has already begun.
gaze flits upward, enraptured by a single red rose that continues to stand against the test of both time and the seasons. by its thorned stem are floral tears reminiscent of those shed by those in knowing they die in the name of their greatest passion. going from the assumption of the pink curtains, it must be carefully tended to and nurtured still by yukari.
it is in the very thought of a name that can conjure oneโs very presence out of the blue. the door opens and she is found within the lounge in her attempt to relax and assuage everyoneโs fears. in truth, everyone is afraid of what is to come and how it shall be braved. will it continue to be as a little collective or will they eventually drift apart with their own solutions and methods ?
approaching the sofa with caution in step, previously surrounding himself with others, he sits alone and adjacent from where yukari is to be found. it is oddly quiet. indeed, everyone is attempting to study for exams they may not even survive to sit for. there is the low hum of the coffee machine, the residual warmth of the stove having served its evening meal, hushed conversations between ken and korumaru. it has been noticed that the vivacious sparkle held in their eyes has dimmed once again, the oppressive weight of death and the soul โ crushing loss that follows in its wake shared between them. a tragedy beyond compare, no viable resolution other than to deliver death through their own capabilities. the primordial cycle of the universe begets and annihilates itself. and so it continues.
the soft rustling of magazine pages. she wishes to know again, as if the next time will evoke an entirely different outcome and such a crisis can be averted. alas, from the moment accursed supernova collided with aeon when fleeing from containment a decade prior, destiny was confirmed.
the ephemeral skin that finds itself wrapped around bone has become heavy with melancholia. โ no. i am afraid to say that nothing will be the same as you once knew it. It is extremely selfish of me, i realise, but i can only hope that the correct decision will be agreed by all of you. '
