Chapter 1.
The Crash
The Crash
The sun glazed, white irises gently poured out an aroma that smelled of the
tenderness of a season itself. The melody of time played by wind. Wind struck against
time as only seeming to battle. As time withered away then breezes with no rage over-
came time making the world seem at peace. Time was gone, we thought, we can stay
this way forever with the breeze brushing off our shoulders and stay at this desolate
island. No more cages to trap us, we thought again and again, with no image of freedom
within our minds, but only the sound of life's obstacles in our hearts. Looking at the sky
we would always think of it as a freedom place where no one knows where we are, safe
from the evil below, a safe haven. But even then we thought if we were forsaken up
there it would be as lonely, only to see it would of been a curse. You were wrong, We
were wrong. About everything. But one thing. There is a chance we might have been
mistaken, and taken by surprise with our minds set on something safe, and others gone.
Despite a look at the sky, it would seem quite lonely. Gruesome hours and decades up the-
re, but no, it is different. It was quite filled up there, with clouds to cry with rain, be angry
with hail or sleet, have fun under the blazing fires of the sun, and move along with the
wind as one with the Earth. To share the same pains. But there are so many and so many
people underneath you want to share feelings with. Pain is not an option, it's a reaction
to what has happened. You cannot control it. Sorrow is the same, for I have felt these.
With you gone I am at a state of crying. A state of reaction where you cry and cry and
cry and cannot stop with many tears bursting out of rage, anger, happiness, sadness,
and pain. An all confusing state of anger for you were killed, rage for never having enough
time on this Earth, happiness that you are in a better place, sadness you will never return
home, and pain all at once for you. A flashback occurred in my head seeming only new as
if you had just died, it seemed that clear of a memory. The day was half young and was
growing older to noon. As the yellow sun pasted our heads and the clouds surro-
unded
the sun, we were out playing by the road when Aunt Willie told us not to.
"Come on Kei!" With laughter about, the world chattering over peace, and
us, as happily as we'd been taking a walk to the lake of swans. But on that day with
nothing but relief, "Kei was struck" I said to Wrame, with an expression so conta-
gious Wrame had almost cried, and
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