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No one will ever truly stay, just as the tides cascade onto a sandy beach, the swaying of the rippling waves capturing shells and little crabs into its path leaving a blank slate. Everything good comes to an end.
And what’s better to signify the end than a spectacular show?
A show to show them all.
The sparks of explosion lit up her eyes, null of any emotion, stripped from any discernible feeling. The tears that were once wet dried where they settled. The ringing in her ears became white noise.
Minutes ran into hours, hours into what felt like days. Was time really passing? Or did she die along with him that night?
The night when everyone left her.
The sister she thought she needed.
The man that stood by her side, showing her unconditional love who she didn’t know she needed.
Of course, until it was too late. He was all she ever needed. If she could turn back time and erase any doubts from within her mind she certainly would.
But she can’t, she’s done something that cost her everything.
No amount of pleading and caressing spells into his heart was enough to take back what she had done.
The fuzzy haze of colors and wild shapes that failed to leave her even when she blinked was a constant reminder that she remained. The fire on top of the council blazed brilliantly the scrambling and commotion of panic and destruction.
Looking back to the only person left, she carefully untied him from his chair. His body collapsed into her arms. Squeezing him tightly, the body that always seemed resilient and strong even against his many ailments was fragile, weak. The arms she remembers so fondly wrapping themselves around her frame were still, resting to his side with bruises on his wrist. Bruises that would never heal. She touched his veins to feel a pulse that would never reappear. Often times her delusions made her believe she felt there was one, only to call out his name and receive no answer. The warmth that she remembered quickly left his body as she sucked the heat into hers. A body that continued to live with a soul now gone.
She felt she was much stronger physically, as she lifted him from the ground. After who knows how long they sat there, alone.
The lanes were full of bustling figures and screams pointing out the carnage from above. Somehow their Eye of Zaun went unnoticed within the arms of his little bluebird. She walked through the littered greasy streets, the neon lights bounced off of her vision, the visage of speckled lights plastered themselves within her pupils.
His bed, he made it every morning without fail, pristine sheets and sleek victorian elements embellished the wood and bedspread. Opening the sheets she cradled his body within her arms placing him under the covers. She tucked him in tight.
“Comfy huh?” A weak chuckle exposed itself.
He looked like he was sleeping. Almost as if the events that occured never happened. Did they have to?
She walked to the other side of the bed, crawling under the blanket to rest her head on his decaying body, no movement, no heartbeat. But if she thought hard enough she could hear one. A faint thumping of drums that played a tune in her heart. He didn’t leave her, of course, he wouldn’t.
“I’m sorry for crying.” She confessed.
“It was the only thing you told me not to do and I still fucked it up, awesome right?”
“But you said I was perfect, did you really mean that?”
Silence.
“Oh right, I forgot you were sleeping.” She sat up to look into his face. His dark sclera stared at the ceiling, still moist. She leaned in to kiss his cheek.
“Good night.” She whispered as she returned to his chest.