#outofstormclouds

ｆｏｒｎｉｃａｒａｓ: 'Halp! I've fallen and can't get up-- literally!'

Izuru: I WILL SCREAM OMFG.

M o m o-c h a n: LOOOOOOL

Izuru: IT WOULD BE ALL, "N-No! Wabisuke, watch you--"

Izuru: BAM.

Kaminari lay against the roof of his house, staring up at a sky that was so very different yet the same as the one in the living world. He was silent, simply watching with his arms folded behind his head to prop it up. The usual smirk was gone, replaced with a melancholic look of sadness. Blue eyes were brighter than usual, glistening with something that refused to be named. 

He was thinking again, lost in a world that no one was allowed to touch.

He wondered if anyone back in the living world had missed him when he died. Kaminari knew that his sister had been mourned; he'd been there for her funeral, had watched her disappear into the rich earth. 

If I wasn’t here tomorrow, would anybody care? If my time was up, I’d want to know you were happy I was there If I wasn’t here tomorrow, would anyone lose sleep?

The words were sung inside of his mind. It was a song that he and his band had covered back when he'd been alive and well. Kaminari wasn't sure why the song decided to creep up on him now, but it only served to length his moments of torment, and his eyes slid closed. It made him wonder if anyone had missed him, had cried, mourned, shouted into the dark sky for him to come back. He doubted it; Kaminari had turned into one of those unneeded beings by that time in his life.

If I wasn’t hard and hollow, then maybe you would miss me

Kaminari let out a soft sigh as the line of words were sung in his mind. If he had changed, would he still be alive? Would his sister have made it? Feelings of regret settled deep within him, threatening to consume him. But it was something normal, something he was used to feeling. Regret and self-loathing. He hated himself, hated how much he had done in his living days.

But who cared anymore?

They thought him stupid and narrow-minded. So let them think as such. Kaminari, in their eyes, just needed to move on. But he couldn't. His heart was plagued with darkness. How could one forget their feelings and actions so easily, especially when they hated themselves for the very acts that they had committed?

But it didn't matter anymore. Because no one would ever know how much it hurt him.