Echo, the sound of a voice. Fluttering across my darkness, a voice embodied in a flickering fire. A blaze I once thought as distant. For, its warmth, quite otherworldly, a feeling leaving me craving for mindsets now unknown. A satirical feeling, emptying a life of colour, nurturing a vision lived in darkness. A mindset that showered me with joy, only to leave me in despair when the blaze, a fiery flame, vanished before my eyes. Yet, however devilish the feeling could be, forget the warmth I cannot. The blaze, cleansing a heart of pain, forever changing a fate.

Love, affection, care, all cardinal feelings stirring within. Although when experienced, the gasps for more can leave one insane. A madness that unfortunately drowned me in misery.

However, the picture still lives in me.

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A young maiden stood alone in my darkness, her swift figure embodied in a thin silky, white dress. Lustrous, cascading gold, fell upon her shoulders, whereas a sweet gorgeous twinkle shone upon her lips. Two vivid sapphires flowed within her eyes, eyeing the creature before her.

In my line of sight, appeared an extended hand wrapped in khaki white. A hand seemingly wanting to shelter the facing monster.

My darkness, a smell of fiery ash and shadows stretching as far as the eye could see. Within, I grabbed a hold of a feathery hand. Warm and soft to the touch, a hand that was to bring joy in its wake, and despair in its absence. A cruel blessing that I was to nonchalantly carry across the ends and beginnings of this world. A cruel blessing I deem worthy of, were I to stand aside her once more.

“Let’s go home, Kain. Shall we?” the heavenly angel muttered.

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Weight. As if a wave were crashing upon me, a tyrannical pain spread atop my body as if my limbs were snapping throughout my flesh, a pain that paled in comparison to the bloody headache overwhelming my mind. I fell on my knees, gripping what seemed to be my head while enraging screams of pain dove out of my mouth.

-Perhaps I ought to put an end to this dreamy comedy- I couldn't help but think.

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I raised my heard toward the ceiling, namely a broken space where light passed through, landing a few feet in front of me. Her light, however bright and comforting it had been, wasn’t yet made to touch this obscure evil.

Scarlet tears fell upon the ground. I had been a fool, attracted by a promise of love, an illusion, out of my grasp. My fire, unfaltering remembers, the being who's gentle expression, brought warmth unlike any other from within. An otherworldly being, perhaps too fictional, for I try contain an inward laugh towards this desunional memory of mine.

A scenery flashes through my mind. Boundaries of shining green. A sunshine, even were I blind I would tell, truly an omniscient existence. Even though fate deprived her of a pride, a gentle scent of hope floated around her. Her back, all I could ever hope to see, growing all the more distant from my grasp.

I walked towards what looked to be her gentle figure, a twisted sense of beauty, despair and hope.

A small journey to be stopped by an invisible foe, as if an unseen wall had emerged from the ground, my skin couldn’t help but feel a materialized entity blocking my wish. Her figure came to a stop. Men clad in armour, raising the flag of a maiden attired in brunette, mousy wings, spouting from each of her sides, seemingly holding a spear faced upwards, as if defying the heavens, circled my deity.

A faint pain echoed throughout my heart as if it were a voice. A voice lingering across my darkness, embodied in a flickering fire. I cannot help but try to tear through this invisible wall. I know, the being before me is too much of a myth. I know her existence cannot be a thing of this world. I know I am trying to grasp the impossible.

But before this gentle image, I cannot help but feel hopefully infatuated with love towards. My logic now a thing of the past.

-This world which has granted me life, I cannot help it, yet again. But I egotistically try to ask for more. I feel as though being with this deity of mine, nothing else would matter if, all I had was her alone.-

My heart races, yet another wave of scarlet tears fell, this time on boundaries of shining green. The men apparently soldiers made way for a giant of old to unfold across their masses. The boy desperately tearing himself over an inexistent being, although screaming salvation could do naught but watch the spectacle unfold.

The giant wearing a pained expression, raising an unknown object from behind. The young maiden’s hand lifted by his, pierced by a thin piece of iron, blood gashing down as her expression ignorant to the boy, all he could see, the back of a disappearing figure laid misty.

The boy, watching as she draws her last breath. The maiden turning to the boy, a faint smile, heavy eyes and a pale body.

“Do not forget.” she muttered.

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I snapped. Her life deprived. A scenery wrapped in darkness, an imitation extending a hand. This illusion currently before, although fake, I selfishly want.

I am miserable, I am foolish, egoist. Even a replacement of a wish would do, to comfort me. Always, I cry. Always, I envy. Always, I wish for.

The hand I currently touch. The memory of the original. Which one is the lighter weight and greater infatuation, I wonder.

I am a scum. And yet I cannot help it.

I withdraw my hand. All the will I will ever have in my life, I put into this one action.

Upon her image, namely a visage of beauty, a sun shines upon her slender lips. A smile unlike any other, perhaps telling me I have made the right choice. However this scum of a being I am, does not feel contempt. 

And thus does a flow of tears drain from his already pitifully pale face.

His surroundings disappearing. His vision darkening. Until he cannot see anything but himself.

A darkened image of saddened emotions. Unfulfilled, an unblemishly shallow life of a dream.