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She fell limp to the ground, fair skin and ebony hair just at her soft jawline and almost doll-like features. A harmonious voice that matched mine suddenly fell silent all because of one note. Because of one point. Why Sua? Why couldn't it be me? Why couldn't we tie and leave the stage together? Instead I have to leave with the only memory of you being your own blood on my clothes.
My eyes burn trying to weep for you. Yet I wish not to ruin your eternally sleeping form. My heart races for you, throbbing in its cavity clinging to the delusional hope that you were still alive. Even though I knew you weren't. Delicately splayed onto the cold stage, I wish I could cradle you and wait for the shadows to finally retreat from the welcoming sun. Yet instead my whole body feels cold, my fingers and feet numb and prickling as I walk off the stage for the next round.
"What's with that face? Surely our performance wasn't that heart wrenching." Her voice echoed beside me, like as if it were an angel on my shoulder. But of course, you're my angel. My muse, my obsession. My cure. I must be going insane. She's dead, yet it's like as if her soul and my own reunited.
"... Sua?" I could hear my voice slightly quake, far from the stage act we put for our melody. Her voice complimented mine, as if we went hand in hand. We wanted a future together yet she was robbed of it. She simply gave me a smile, the same as the one she had on her face while we dreamed about our future. Perhaps there would be a day where humans and aliens could live in harmony. If god exists, perhaps they can give us a sign. Save us. Save us. Save us!
"Mizi, you look as if you saw a ghost. Our performance was great, wasn't it?" She smiled once again, gentle and kind. We could've been. Our intimate talks away from peering eyes about our future, our plan to avoid elimination for either of us. I'm still insane. She's dead, her own blood splashing onto me as her elimination sunk into her flesh.
"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you.. But why?" My eyes grew dry, yet burned as tears fell down my cheeks and onto my current outfit. Her fingers felt cold as she brushed away the tears, offering condolences in her usual, charming and soothing voice.
"..." She didn't answer, simply changing the topic. "Ah, Mizi? How about we get you changed for your next round? I'll be rooting for you!" Her gentle smile ingrained itself into my head as she walked alongside me to change. Perhaps we did have a relationship a little closer than just best friends. She was my rock, my other half. My obsession, my clematis. Her hands gently fixed up my new clothes, endearing and intricate like she were fixing up her muse. I could only stare at the floor, drowning in my thoughts as the sound of music from the other contestants were muffled outside.
"Maybe in another universe." She hummed beside me, finishing up the final details and standing back with a proud expression like a mother would with her highly accomplished child.
"But why not this one?" There seemed to be a tension as the world left my pale clammy lips, her silence and the sound of a gunshot to one of the other contestants outside. Someone had been eliminated. My heart rate spiked, leaving my chest throbbing. It would be my turn next. I'd have to deal with a gamble between life and death. Walking alongside me, her cold lips softly grazed against my cheek, planting a sweet kiss on the cheek in a rather intimate manner. Giving a squeeze to my hand, her spirit began to walk away, turning around one last time.
"... Perhaps we can find the answer to that together. Good luck Mizi, live with love..."
(Hi so I'm sorry for this being really short lol... I just remembered I could write something on here so yeah, just a little moment here with my own interpretation :33 kinda felt burnt out but hope you enjoy!)