Post by Silas Sinn on May 23, 2017 22:45:34 GMT
@kao || 545 words || Once More We Begin
| I'm A NIGHTMARE Dressed LIKE a DAYDREAM |  |
[attr="class","firelight"]He was numb.
Unfeeling.
Emotionless.
It was as though the color and joy had simply bled out of the world, leaving him stranded and alone inside of it. This was the first time he'd gone to this place within the last three days, and even then it was only because of Shira dragging him out of the house that he was here in the first place. He felt nothing except for the pain of his current existence, knowing that she was no longer there to share the moments with him. He sat slumped on the bench before the piano in the music room, his fingers resting upon pressed keys whose sound had long since faded into silence. His hair, messy and longer than it usually was in his male form, hung over to shroud his eyes in darkness. Concealing the mirrors of his inward pain.
He couldn't do this anymore. It hurt too much, tore him apart again and again with every step he took inside this damned school. The tattered sheet of music on the page called to him again, and he looked up at the very song that had caused him to meet the single most worthwhile person in this entire damn place. She was gone now, but he took some solace in the fact that the song still remained, and that he- in his own way- could make her memory last.
He choked back his tears, gritting his teeth as another sob wracked his body. He wouldn't let the sound out. He'd done nothing but cry for the entirety of these last few days. He'd ended up crying himself to sleep, then continuing until there were no more tears to be shed. And yet he'd still cried. He repeated the same phrase over and over again in his head, chastising himself for not being more careful, scolding himself for not being there to help her, not being there to save her from herself when she'd no doubt needed him the most.
He glanced down at the pale scars that encircled his arms, ones that had rapidly been fading since he had freshly opened them only this morning. It was such cosmic irony, he'd realized, that she had passed and he couldn't despite how much he wanted to.
Suddenly he lifted his right hand up and slammed it on the wooden top of the piano, the wood splintering slightly with the force as pain shot through his arm. That was something he could still feel at least, in the absence of just about everything else. Pain always remained.
"O' heavens be, o' skies above, enrapture me, relinquish love," he recited softly to himself, one of his rare poetic moments coming over him as he took a shaky breath and reset his fingers on the keys of the piano. Slowly, he began to play. The melancholy sound filling the music room as the memories drifted in his head.
At the very least, he had this. However little it did for him.
Unfeeling.
Emotionless.
It was as though the color and joy had simply bled out of the world, leaving him stranded and alone inside of it. This was the first time he'd gone to this place within the last three days, and even then it was only because of Shira dragging him out of the house that he was here in the first place. He felt nothing except for the pain of his current existence, knowing that she was no longer there to share the moments with him. He sat slumped on the bench before the piano in the music room, his fingers resting upon pressed keys whose sound had long since faded into silence. His hair, messy and longer than it usually was in his male form, hung over to shroud his eyes in darkness. Concealing the mirrors of his inward pain.
He couldn't do this anymore. It hurt too much, tore him apart again and again with every step he took inside this damned school. The tattered sheet of music on the page called to him again, and he looked up at the very song that had caused him to meet the single most worthwhile person in this entire damn place. She was gone now, but he took some solace in the fact that the song still remained, and that he- in his own way- could make her memory last.
He choked back his tears, gritting his teeth as another sob wracked his body. He wouldn't let the sound out. He'd done nothing but cry for the entirety of these last few days. He'd ended up crying himself to sleep, then continuing until there were no more tears to be shed. And yet he'd still cried. He repeated the same phrase over and over again in his head, chastising himself for not being more careful, scolding himself for not being there to help her, not being there to save her from herself when she'd no doubt needed him the most.
He glanced down at the pale scars that encircled his arms, ones that had rapidly been fading since he had freshly opened them only this morning. It was such cosmic irony, he'd realized, that she had passed and he couldn't despite how much he wanted to.
Suddenly he lifted his right hand up and slammed it on the wooden top of the piano, the wood splintering slightly with the force as pain shot through his arm. That was something he could still feel at least, in the absence of just about everything else. Pain always remained.
"O' heavens be, o' skies above, enrapture me, relinquish love," he recited softly to himself, one of his rare poetic moments coming over him as he took a shaky breath and reset his fingers on the keys of the piano. Slowly, he began to play. The melancholy sound filling the music room as the memories drifted in his head.
At the very least, he had this. However little it did for him.
Rebecca (Fem!Silas) Silas
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