komaeda
Her dress was everything but white; through her eyes, it was sooty and dusted with charcoal. If she stared long enough, the hem of it seemed to crumble off into embers that rolled behind her as she walked the aisle.
Aspiring to be something. Extending your hands to the sun.
It shines brightly, but you still feel cold.
That warmth will never return.
Because...
Warm skin is for those below you.
He was never going to be able to be the Batman that his father was.
That his teacher was.
It wasn't even a question -it simply wouldn't happen. He'd kill people and shrug it off.
Just another day to be a failure.
You know what they say about twos who tie their shoes. The ones who make sure the other is still straight laced up.
They'll probably still be dating in college.
You'e ridiculous. You're not funny. You're a maniac and a heathen and you are the strangest person I've ever met. Why you act so kind to people who do not deserve it are beyond me.
And yet, if they were to take you from me? I would feel a great loss. They'd have to be fools to try.
We've witnessed the opposite already.
The opening of the pit. The stench that rose from it. Both things churned in his gut - nothing like this was supposed to happen, but just like in those crappy movies he was usually coerced into watching, it did. And his breath was caught in a mix of terror and slight curiosity. This was a marvel, after all. There was nothing else like it in existence. Supposedly. Sure, the damn thing spawned insanity. But it was almost cool.
The light in his eyes spoke too little, yet too much. It was obvious what was happening - he was slipping away. As the light faded, she could see the various thoughts racing through his mind. What did he have for breakfast that morning? What would he have tomorrow? If he woke up tomorrow, that is. That'd... help.
He'd have cereal.