Just a idea for a story I got.
I'm not sure if there will be later chapter, or if there will be just this prologue.
I guess we'll have to call it a one-shot for now.
If I come up with more ideas for possible chapters, I'll update.
"Have you ever thought of killing yourself?"
What's one supposed to say to a reply like that?
Do you know?
The psychiatrist Chroi surely didn't know.
The patient Rei's green eyes gazed at Chroi's blue.
No one said anything. There was no need to.
Even if they both remained silent, their eyes could stuill tell you anything you'd like to know.
Chroi's eyes was drawn to the gigantic clock at the corner of the session room.
Another hour had passes. Another hour, and still no answers. Only questions.
Reluctantly, Chroi smiled gently towards Rei and said that that was all for today.
Rei didn't reply, only staring with hollow eyes, before getting up of the chair and exit the room.
He didn't even bother to turn around to bid Chroi a good bye.
Now, to all fairness, it wasn't out of a lack of respect,
Rei just didn't have any energy besides whatever energy it took to leave the room.
Rei hadn't always been a zombie though, as hard as that may be to believe.
Before the incident, he'd been a fairly decent person with amounts of friends and a humorous personality.
In other words, among his peers, he was quite popular.
At least, that's how he used to be.
Even to this day, he couldn't quite believe what he saw in the mirror.
He couldn't understand that the pale faced person staring back at him
with a hollowness in the eyes was himself.
He knew it was, but he still couldn't understand how it was.
Knowing your reflection, you know your own ego.
Knowing your own ego, you acknowledge your whole life.
With that said, since he was so utterly blind to his own reflection,
he also failed to feel what you're supposed to feel when you have nothing yet everything.
The cold breeze of wind covered his face as Rei stood by the pier,
watching the waves of the sea rhythmically rock back-and forward.
Out of whims, or perhaps just out of habit, Rei climbed up the reeling
and calmly stood with his back straight as he swayed alongside with the waves.
At this point, suicide wasn't on his mind.
As a matter of fact, nothing was.
His mind was completely blank.
He didn't know how long he swayed with the waves on top of the reeling before someone spotted him.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing!"
Rei turned his head and glanced back at the boy who'd called out to him.
"Nothing." He turned his head back to the sea.
"Just bonding". The boy didn't say or do anything at first.
He just stood back and watched Rei sway back-and forward as if he was slow-dancing with the wind.
'Bonding?', Natsume, the boy thought. 'Is he sane?'
"I think I am, though my psychiatrist would probably disagree," Rei answered Natsume as if he'd heard his thoughts.
"No matter how carefully you choose your words,
they'll always end up being twisted by others"