Emo
I haven't had the courage to watch 23 yet. But still.......
Based on the picture thatdeadspeaker scanned in.(Approx 150 ish words)
If Only
Allelujah found Tieria sitting in the Meister’s lounge. It was eerily quiet, devoid of the single bright spark that had cheered everyone up. Something had been lost, and in its place was hollow emptiness. Tieria was hunched over a picture, hands wrapped around himself. Drops of water fell occasionally and splattered on the picture.
Allelujah gently touched a hand to the delicately pretty Meister’s back, who turned a tear-streaked face to him.
“What’s that?” Allelujah asked as gently as he could.
Biting his lip, Tieria showed Allelujah the picture. Allelujah’s lips quirked upwards involuntarily. Last year’s Halloween picture--they had all been forced into the most ridiculous costumes and made to pose for the camera. Allelujah, somewhat reluctantly, had stayed where he was put in his silly wolf outfit, while dear stupid Lockon, dressed as a vampire, had grabbed the annoyed pair of witch-Tieria and mummy-Setsuna and beamed hugely at the camera. Allelujah ran a finger down that cheerful face, so full of life and delight.
“I didn’t speak to him for a week after that.” Tieria said, more tears spilling down his cheek. “I keep thinking-if only I had that week back…If only…” He choked up and buried his face in his hands. Allelujah folded the slim Meister into his embrace; looked up at the ceiling, and closed his eyes as his tears began flowing as well.
If only-but those words were futile against time. Like smoke rising from a kiln, dissipating forever, he had left only the memory of transient beauty and endless sorrow.
Based on the picture thatdeadspeaker scanned in.(Approx 150 ish words)
If Only
Allelujah found Tieria sitting in the Meister’s lounge. It was eerily quiet, devoid of the single bright spark that had cheered everyone up. Something had been lost, and in its place was hollow emptiness. Tieria was hunched over a picture, hands wrapped around himself. Drops of water fell occasionally and splattered on the picture.
Allelujah gently touched a hand to the delicately pretty Meister’s back, who turned a tear-streaked face to him.
“What’s that?” Allelujah asked as gently as he could.
Biting his lip, Tieria showed Allelujah the picture. Allelujah’s lips quirked upwards involuntarily. Last year’s Halloween picture--they had all been forced into the most ridiculous costumes and made to pose for the camera. Allelujah, somewhat reluctantly, had stayed where he was put in his silly wolf outfit, while dear stupid Lockon, dressed as a vampire, had grabbed the annoyed pair of witch-Tieria and mummy-Setsuna and beamed hugely at the camera. Allelujah ran a finger down that cheerful face, so full of life and delight.
“I didn’t speak to him for a week after that.” Tieria said, more tears spilling down his cheek. “I keep thinking-if only I had that week back…If only…” He choked up and buried his face in his hands. Allelujah folded the slim Meister into his embrace; looked up at the ceiling, and closed his eyes as his tears began flowing as well.
If only-but those words were futile against time. Like smoke rising from a kiln, dissipating forever, he had left only the memory of transient beauty and endless sorrow.