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sound of time ticks clearly, for it is the only sound in the house, yet it blurs with thought, The black figure sits leaning against the wall, half-closed window casts streaks of red evening sunlight through the faded curtains.
unusually red evening orange light falls diagonally, pulling him into a trance, like sparks in a memory
Image of him is etched, impossible to erase
Chosen glances at the dusty photograph. cracked wooden frame shows him and Dark laughing together, Though the wind blows through the window, making the curtains sway, trying to rouse him from his thoughts, nothing changes
If asked , “ What if... ”
What if I had said something sooner?
What if I could change it?
His gaze drifts to his own hands
The answer is that every time, now, these hands would still reach out.
Hands that once held someone else's
Hands stained with red
Hands that tried to stop Dark
But couldn't.
On that day, I still remember it all the clash of power, the misunderstanding, the betrayal, letting hatred and discontent sweep everything away, bringing the cruel truth before my eyes.
The hand that always waited for me,
Clenched in anger that day.
Those eyes that used to smile,
Became a source of merciless judgment.
The explosion of fire swallowed everything, even the sound of his heart, No words uttered could bring understanding now, Only a hand glowing with light and the anger from a deeply wounded heart remained
I never knew that the moment we pushed each other away with the power we once used to protect each other would be the last moment before you left.
But in the moment I fell
A prominent green light pierced through your body
There was no time to search or apologize, all chances were lost
Everything stopped, became unimportant. He was hunted and imprisoned, forced to remember that when he woke up each day, you were no longer there.
And it was because of ME.
Time passes without waiting for anyone, without holding onto those who are gone, He wakes up house is quiet because no one is there but him
sound of wind and sea blows through the slightly ajar door. Images of memories consume Chosen each day.
Today
I am still here in the same room in a world without him.
feel worthless not because no one loves me, but because someone once did… and I destroyed that with my own hands.
That love, its meaning is such an unholy noun. I never dared to speak my feelings, never admitted how much being together mean't.
The times we ate breakfast together, and I ate too much, and he’d complain I was a glutton. The taste of the food Dark made was warm. He said it was because he added code 143 to it.
He often used computer language on the internet to tease me who didn't understand.
And because I was useless at cooking I often cleaned the house but Dark would always work on his projects making the house messy, and no matter how much I cleaned
it would annoyingly increase. But there were always flowers in the middle of the dining table like a thank you when one of his projects was finished.
Or sometimes, he would seclude himself, forgetting days and nights when working, so I would cover him with a blanket and lead him to bed. There might have been days when I had nightmares and needed him to comfort me in the middle of the night. It was just…
So Cruel just like him
Yes
His eyes once hesitant were now as cold as ice. smiled at death, chuckled softly when people fell. He was fascinated by the power he wielded like a drug addict who just discovered he could destroy the world with his bare hands.
In those eyes, there was no remorse left, only the gleam of someone so lost from their original path that Dark could not return. He hurt me repeatedly, made me cry countless times.
He left everything to me… including a pain I don't know how to shake off
Maybe he was selfish
Maybe he was cruel
But he was the only one… I didn't want to lose.
Everything that ever happened became a still scene replaying in his head.
Without him in it anymore.
There is only the old, same house.
But it has never been home since the day he left
The sea reflects the color of his sky
And the man who waits for the red sunset every day
The only reason to live now is
to remember him, Dark, as he really was
With the kind of love he could now offer.
With each passing day, colors faded, just like the reason for living.The Chosen one, who rose above others with immense power the power everyone desired, immense, which I used for destruction rather than protection, is worthless if it can't bring you back, Utterly useless.
Red light reflects again and again
Making him recall your once annoying laughter, now the only sound he wishes to hear again.
You once said
“ No matter what, I'll always be by your side, Chosen. ”
But in the end, it was me.
Who wasn't by your side on the most important day
I was the one who betrayed
Both feelings and promises
Because I stayed silent, afraid everything would change, afraid you would change, Even though if I had spoken, perhaps you would still be here today
But everything was too late, and everything was his fault.
The pain didn't stab like a knife
But it was like barbed wire
Slowly wrapping around his heart every second
Not rushing not hurrying,
But tightening tightening
Until finally his heart… disappeared.
Until red light vanished beyond the horizon a light so intense it burned giving both love and destruction at the same time. the sun and Chosen sank beneath sea. lightless night turned black, His body, his eyes, his feelings all became dark. nothing remained
The red disappeared
It wasn't just the color of blood and guilt
It was full of life, flames, and a rapidly beating heart
Unlike him.
He slowly raised his hand
Looking at his palm
Without a trace of life
No Dark
No red
No light
Nonononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono no him... He's gone.
“ Dark... ”
A shaky, uncontrolled voice uttered what it desired
Pain engulfed his mind, seeing nothing but a fog He didn't know how to stop it.
He can't breathe his breath catches head spins body feels light as if he's about to fall hands tremble cold sweat streams even though the air around him is hot and stuffy
Surrounding sounds become disturbances, He clenches his teeth no tears fall but all his muscles tense until they ache.
.
Chosen stood up
.
Walked slowly
.
Into Dark's room
.
Opened the drawer under the table where the equipment was kept
.
A thin blade
Clean
Gleaming
Not a weapon... just a small piece of metal that fit in his hand
"I want to see you so badly
My red light.
The pain began to stimulate the sensation of life.
Sharp edge slowly cut through his skin
As red line appeared, Chosen wanted more
Red blood flowed down his arm, more and more deeper and feeling more than before. His heart pounded hard, too hard. His body leaned against the wall, He gasped for breath, his body trembling with something. A feeling he couldn't grasp, couldn't understand
But he was feeling again.
Every past memory haunts him repeatedly like a looping tape.
Images of people falling, screams that never heard clearly because he chose to close his heart. Images of smiles from people he once protected, before turning them to dust. Chosen collapses to the floor arms at his sides not crying but shaking.
His body aches not from the wounds, but from the accumulated emotional pressure, mind races with agonizing thoughts. He wants to stop thinking, wants to scream, but everything around him is silent It's a pain without witnesses.
Not just pain
It was everything
Tears flowed silently down his cheeks
“ I'm sorry, Dark... I… ”
A name is called out amidst sobs and gasps.
He lowered his head, looking at his handsremained still for a moment
Before speaking softly, as if someone was sitting beside him.
The mocking, smiling face the annoying teasing voice that held concern the sharp eyes that always saw through the lies in his heart no matter how well he hid them.
“ If you saw this ”
Blood flows in faint streams
Dropping silently onto the cold floor
Dark'd probably be angry that he's weak, angry that he chose to run away, angry… that he gave up.
His voice trembled slightly
Not because he was afraid
But because he already knew the answer
“ ...You'd probably beat me up ”
But no matter how angry
Dark… would never leave him alone like this
Never
Not even once
He choked softly, raising an arm to cover his face
His mind was filled with images of someone who used to be here, in this room, which was once filled with complaints, laughter, and silly arguments.
If only… you were here
If only… I could hear your voice just once.
Maybe
I wouldn't have to hurt myself to confirm that I still feel
Because when you were here I knew I was alive even if confused even if hurt, it was a true feeling
Now there was only him, and blood staining the floor.
“ I'm sorry. ”
“ I know... you wouldn't want to see me like this. ”
He didn't cry out of self-pity, nor out of fear of death. But he cried imagining Dark standing there, seeing him harm himself.
He reaches out his hand
But grasps only emptiness
Longing eats him from within
More violently than any wound his hand has made
“ If you were here, what would you do? ”
The question escapes his dry cracked lips softly
A voice too faint to be a plea but enough to be an entreaty
.
He smiles slightly, smiling with tears in his eyes.
"You're really cruel, Dark
Leaving me like this, and still making me miss you…"
Chosen's heart knows that Dark hasn't disappeared from his memory And that is why it hurts so much.
It hurts as much as the first day he lost him hurts like someone who still hasn't accepted that the love is still there even if its owner is no longer.
And when everything settles down,
He saw faint images of Dark
Blood drips silently to the floor his heart is still beating but inside it's hollow as if completely scooped out.
Is this what the Chosen one is supposed to be? There is no answer only the breathing of someone who is certain they must live on for whom?
That was enough for everything, before he closed his eyes.
His sobs grew softer and softer. Soon, the bleeding stopped, and the wound healed quickly from the power he possessed
Finally, the black devoured the night, alone, as always.
Morning light began to spill from the horizon
And in his dream...
He might see Dark
Standing with his arms crossed
Grumbling,
“ If you do that again, I'll kill you myself. ”
Chosen smiled
Because maybe,
Just the thought that Dark would always be by his side, somewhere in his heart,
Was enough to heal something within him.