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XX. XX. 2011
You dropped your bag on the floor, casting away the "gifts".
You dragged your feet to the toilet and opened the window, beginning to undress.
On the 6th floor, there was no need to worry about others' gazes, and you needed the chill to wake you up.
You had just begun taking off your clothes when the sun rose back up.
Gasping and trying your hardest to cover your exposed chest, you tried to look for the source of light when it disappeared just as quickly as it appeared.
Day and night were dancing up and down the sky.
You dropped your hands and watched the sky out of the frame of your bathroom window.
Days and weeks went by before everything was plunged back into darkness, and you felt so weightless all of a sudden, it made you nauseous.
Something was wrong. So fucking wrong.
For a short time, you thought maybe you had died. Maybe this was the afterlife.
Everything began to zoom in, and you found yourself swimming in stars and galaxies.
Back to your senses, you tried to scream, only to realize the sound of your voice didn't carry out from your throat.
Panic clutched at your heart.
If you weren't dead already, you were sure you were going to die now.
Tears tried to prick out of your eyes, but even that wasn't possible.
Again, everything zoomed in, and then rain cascaded down on you.
You were on a street, and it was raining.
Someone was crying, and when you felt a big droplet of wetness rush down your face into your open mouth, the taste of saltiness made you realize you were the one screaming.
Your voice was miraculously back as well.
You called for help and tried to stand back up, but your legs felt like jelly, and people kept just giving you blank stares before walking away.
"Please—!" You pleaded and pleaded, but no one seemed to react or even hear you.
A sick sort of feeling spread through you, anchoring you to your out-of-this-world situation.
You just needed someone, anyone, to reach out and help you up.
It was getting difficult to breathe amid your screaming and crying.
Dully in the back of some recess part of your head, you acknowledged that what you were experiencing was a panic attack.
Again, an unforeseeable amount of time must have passed because eventually the street was quiet and your lips tasted no longer of salt.
The rain blurred your vision, and you collapsed to the ground.
No one was going to come.
No one was going to help.
You kept parading these sentences in your head when a touch colder than your freezing heart took your hand.
Who..?
You got yanked up, coming face to face with a man who had the most haunted face you had ever seen.
His blond hair dripped from the rain, and his sky blue eyes seemed crowded by a finsternis too dark to look at long enough without getting swallowed in yourself.
Even as you were analyzing him, he never took his eyes off your hands.
With a shuddering breath, you took your hand away from his grasp.
Then he looked at you, and everything in you told you he was danger.
You were going to die.
And yet..
"Please— I—" Your voice was shaved raw from your earlier screaming.
The mysterious man took a handkerchief out of his breast pocket, dabbing at your face.
It was still raining.
"I am Yoshikage Kira," he said, stretching out a hand to you.
You watched for a few seconds as if it might evaporate into thin air if you didn't keep an eye on it, and then you did something stupid.
You threw yourself at him and hugged him so tight he couldn't vanish if her tried, and again tears streamed down your face.
That was when you met the man who would break you so thoroughly you could never again hope to be pieced back together to your original self.