Alicization: Flowers Falling

Petals

"..."

It was a quiet place; silence was not common in this room.

Stretching silhouettes covered the walls, petals of azure flowers scattered upon the milky folds of the white, bathe orange sheets. Petals of various, aimless sizes lie there waiting for some movement of wind to pick them up and carry them away. A rectangular window pane faced the bed on each side which allows the colors of the bright sunset to rest in and the silhouettes to rise.

Midst of bed with the luminous sheets reflecting the peaceful sunset, a young female struggles to catch her breath as thin strand strands of her golden, shimmering hair falls forward from the movement of her bending over. She remains breathless, with her chest rising and deflating along with heavy heaves rising and falling of her shoulders. Her face was tortured by agony, her soft lips parted slightly open to take in the air of her room greedily. There was trickles of blood slightly cascading down towards her chin which she used a hand to wipe away. A red blotch of smear embedded her wrist from where she wiped away the dark liquid, and her eyes fell vacant in thought.

How long has it been since I've been going like this?

She remembers the years before.

There was a boy as about the same age as her. His slender, pure face still had traces of his childhood, which she always teased him about constantly from time to time. Her heart always felt warm and relieved that his childlike appearance never fails to not fade away. The color of his hair is close to resembling with her's, but he had flaxen hair with slight waves on the tips of his hair to frame his face. She could never forget his alluring, moss-colored eyes, which was always sparkling and round with curiosity.

Long ago when they were young, she always brings lunches to him. This occurred six years ago, but she still remembers the scenes vividly as when she was a child. Never had he said anything about the taste of the food, even if she were to cook it terribly he would still not utter a word. He always claims that it was delicious and that her cooking always made up his days of gruelling work of cutting the Gigas Cedar.

She clutches at the bed sheets along with a few soft, blue petals underneath unintentionally, crinkling the silky pattern of the blanket's surface that are shielding her slender legs. She shuts her eyes in anguish, knowing well that he was no longer beside this world. No matter how much she thought about it, she ached for him to the point where her chest felt sore and heavy. She couldn't forget him-- she doesn't want to forget. There were no words to sum her emotions into one word. "Love" was what people might suggest in pity for her, but that wasn't one that strongly represents the foundations of her feelings. She has no taste in people who pity her either; rather she hated them for it. If there was a word beyond the meaning of love, it would be that. Without him, she felt weak, vulnerable, and most of all, alone in this world.

If there was wind passing by now, she wanted to feel it, just how she felt it with him on the same sunset view as now. She envy the winds of heaven, or wherever Eugeo was now, that could still witness him. She arose her head, her pair of thick golden strands originally hung from the side of her face now settles on each side of her breast. The weakening, glowing light strikes the strands from where it reaches, emitting a bright, rich golden in the sun's darkening rays escaping into her opened windows. Long, narrow shadows were casted and painted on the ground of her room from the usual curtains hanging to cover the window. She released her grasp from the sheets and leaned back slowly, the pillows behind supporting her weary, dull frame in comfort. Her eyes, without much hope, searches the her room silently, blankly. But, what left was she searching for? Currently in these blurred days, she felt lost and her heart felt like it lacked what fills it whole. Her heart was nothing more than a hollow shell that protects emptiness. She hasn't contain the strength to get out from her bed which was littered in flowers and petals she spilled out from her lips.