|"When morning comes, it should be a bright tomorrow. However, the only thing that shone was the emptiness you left."|
Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. Hours turned to days. Days turned to weeks. Weeks drifted into a haze of continuance. Nothing had changed for Cross Academy. Its outer appearance was still as pristine and grand as it was meant to be. However, the turmoil it had taken upon itself was not but an illusion. The Moon Dormitory was highly secured and restricted from the Day Class. Hunters were assigned to make sure of this. Reasons of the destructive rubble was left to a failed yet surprised calamity drill. Reconstruction was left to the official clean-up crew during such mess. Even so, it took a couple of weeks to be restored. In relevance, the classes for the Night Class had been suspended for an unspecified amount of time. Simply, the grounds had been very still and silent.
About the notions of flashing red eyes, feral creatures in form of humans, blood splattered, and cries echoing through the sudden downpour, they were all pushed into the vault of erased memories of everyone who are deemed innocent. Life in the academy had resumed with the visage of normalcy. Well, it could only be applied for those who were not at the core of matters. Because in the end, something did change. No matter how much anyone tries to cover it up. The bitter taste of lost will never be removed. It will lead to a scar that would hold its place in the gallery of grief. A mark that no one can hope to erase and would not be wanted by those who suffered from it.
One prime example, the Student Council President who had yet to be seen by anyone for the past weeks, specifically 3 weeks and a half. He did not even attended the exams. The summons by the Vampire Council was not even answered by him. Even the mere shadow of the role model of the Day Class cannot hope to be found. His dormitory room did not have any evidence that he had stayed there at all since that day. In truth, he had been staying at the Headmaster's residence. His room that he had left behind when he had decided to formally introduce himself to the society of the night denizens was now his dark sanctuary.
Actually, Takeru had no recollection how he came here or what happened after he cried out like that. To him, everything was covered in the thick darkness and for the first time, he did not abhor it. The silence and coldness it brought was absolutely comforting. The brightness and cheerfulness that his mismatched eyes usually radiate were but a vision of the past. Those irises of black and red were like gems that lost it glow. Moreover, his face was void of any emotion. Tears continued to fall but it was not anymore accompanied by sobs or screams. He simply sat at a corner with his legs stretched and arms limped at his side. His head leaning on the nearby wall. Judging by his appearance, he had yet to sleep while his cheeks were still flushed. He had yet to recover from his fever and even more so from his sadness coupled by guilt.
There was that familiar voice of man again. However, he was not that bothered by it like the last times. He did not have time to think who it was or who he is to him. All he knew, the man's words were true. He will never get over it. No matter what happens. Moirae was gone. Despite being reminded by the silver-haired vampire to take of Sacred, he cannot do that. Because, he is too broken to do anything. He just wanted to slip in a dark place and never return. How he wanted to do that now.
Smiles... Yes, Moirae would never hesitate to smile with that brightness. It was infectious and comforting. She had an uncanny ability to make the most innocent of things into wonderful fragments. Her meaning to every action and every word held a depth that served as a reminder and encouragement. He never stopped clinging to her words. He never did. Even now, he still hold on to it. Closing his eyes, he remembered a memory of Moirae, their first meeting.
It was an awkward meeting in every sense. But, Moirae had always been a mysterious entity. She never failed to surprise him and he did not mind that at all. Perhaps, she would surprise him as well. She would come bursting through the door and shaking her head in disappointment.
But, Moirae was not going to come back anymore. The tears flow more faster than before. Actually, he could probably drown this entire school with his tears. That idea did not strike him as odd. It was like the most natural thing to do. Didn't he like this academy? Did he lost his will to protect it now? Because, he could not protect even one dear friend? He was truly helpless. He was truly pathetic. It was then a knock echoed to the dark room. "Takeru. You should eat something." It was the Headmaster who stood at the other side of the door with a tray of food in hand. "Please... Takky. Hold on." There was still no response as the Headmaster released a rather long sigh and placed the food tray in front of the door. He had a painful look on his face knowing the possible emotions that Takeru were going through. But, he could not do anything to comfort the boy. Releasing one more sigh, the Headmaster left in defeat and loneliness.
On the other side, the same situation could said for the Night Class Leader. The pure blood had yet to show himself to anyone or answer any calls of concerns, inquiry, or to bother with any matters at all. Sacrilegious lazily laid on his couch with Moirae's hair ribbon wrapped around his wrist like a bandage. All he could feel at the moment was numbness. The sadness. The shame. The guilt. The regret. The pain. They all vanished within him. Now, there was nothing left to feel. He was simply tired to even think about anything else. Perhaps, he should go to sleep again. In the unyielding black, he had nothing to witness, nothing to remember, nothing to be concerned with, there was nothing to break what little existence he held on to.
Raising his wrist where Moirae's ribbon is, he placed it before his empty mauve eyes. The frail human girl who was always filled with hope. She was brave and utterly foolish as well. At some point, he did not even want to look at her. Because in her form, he could see the broken promise and that irked him greatly. But since his awakening, he had never once looked at Moirae like that again. The girl became a semblance of peace in himself. The one person who would never let go of him. Yet in the end, she was gone like the rest of them.
"Master..." There a hand gently held his raised wrist and a familiar face peered down on him. "I prepared some chamomile tea." This person was Moirae. She looked at him with those gentle sapphire-blue eyes. A smile decorated her lips. She was not gone. She was still here. She was still alive. Slowly reaching for her face, the dream was destroyed. She disappeared into nothing more but an illusion. The only thing that he reached for was air. It was then the hand he used to reached for Moirae dropped into his face. Covering his eyes, a tattered smile decorated his mouth. "Pathetic."
Why is it he cannot keep any of those people by his side? Why is it all those he reached out to were gone? Why even with all his might to protect them, he could not? Why do they all keep slipping away from his hands? Why? Why? Why? Those questions kept repeating in his thoughts. Yet, the answers never came. Frustration. Annoyance. Anger. His emotions were returning to him once more. Soon, the tears he thought had dried up for many years slowly leaked from his eyes. He could feel the wetness touching his skin and cascading down his cheeks. For a very long time, he was crying again.
Removing the hand covering his eyes, the tears continued to stream out of his eyes. Sacred had a sad smile at this. So, he was still capable of that. Due to the many things that he had experienced and witnessed firsthand, he had thought that there is nothing more that can make him quiver. How wrong he was on that assumption. Because in the end, even if he had suffered and received various pain, they were still painful each time and rather more stronger than the last. This is perhaps what Moirae meant that he was some kind of damsel-in-distress. It was fitting for him at the moment. Right now, he wanted someone to just hold his hand. To provide a meaning of existence, he did not care who it could be. As long as that someone was here. He just didn't want to be alone anymore.
That one word came out of his lips like a wish so dear and elusive. And just like that, the sun rose from the horizon. Its light slowly creeping and revealing the beauty inside the darkness. Soon, it blanketed the entire academy with its warm radiance. The rays ever so gently peeked into the crevices of Sacred's curtains. The same could be said on the room where Takeru is. It is now officially been 3 weeks and 6 days since Moirae's death. A new day once more came like it always will do. This time, it was not as brilliant and fulfilling. For, this was truly a sad morning for two individuals who were calling out to someone. Someone, that may never be.
About the notions of flashing red eyes, feral creatures in form of humans, blood splattered, and cries echoing through the sudden downpour, they were all pushed into the vault of erased memories of everyone who are deemed innocent. Life in the academy had resumed with the visage of normalcy. Well, it could only be applied for those who were not at the core of matters. Because in the end, something did change. No matter how much anyone tries to cover it up. The bitter taste of lost will never be removed. It will lead to a scar that would hold its place in the gallery of grief. A mark that no one can hope to erase and would not be wanted by those who suffered from it.
One prime example, the Student Council President who had yet to be seen by anyone for the past weeks, specifically 3 weeks and a half. He did not even attended the exams. The summons by the Vampire Council was not even answered by him. Even the mere shadow of the role model of the Day Class cannot hope to be found. His dormitory room did not have any evidence that he had stayed there at all since that day. In truth, he had been staying at the Headmaster's residence. His room that he had left behind when he had decided to formally introduce himself to the society of the night denizens was now his dark sanctuary.
Actually, Takeru had no recollection how he came here or what happened after he cried out like that. To him, everything was covered in the thick darkness and for the first time, he did not abhor it. The silence and coldness it brought was absolutely comforting. The brightness and cheerfulness that his mismatched eyes usually radiate were but a vision of the past. Those irises of black and red were like gems that lost it glow. Moreover, his face was void of any emotion. Tears continued to fall but it was not anymore accompanied by sobs or screams. He simply sat at a corner with his legs stretched and arms limped at his side. His head leaning on the nearby wall. Judging by his appearance, he had yet to sleep while his cheeks were still flushed. He had yet to recover from his fever and even more so from his sadness coupled by guilt.
"Losing someone... It is never easy especially with the what if replaying in your head. You never get over it."
There was that familiar voice of man again. However, he was not that bothered by it like the last times. He did not have time to think who it was or who he is to him. All he knew, the man's words were true. He will never get over it. No matter what happens. Moirae was gone. Despite being reminded by the silver-haired vampire to take of Sacred, he cannot do that. Because, he is too broken to do anything. He just wanted to slip in a dark place and never return. How he wanted to do that now.
"There will always be painful moments. But Takky, it is why we have to live and remember the smiles."
Smiles... Yes, Moirae would never hesitate to smile with that brightness. It was infectious and comforting. She had an uncanny ability to make the most innocent of things into wonderful fragments. Her meaning to every action and every word held a depth that served as a reminder and encouragement. He never stopped clinging to her words. He never did. Even now, he still hold on to it. Closing his eyes, he remembered a memory of Moirae, their first meeting.
"You're Takeru Kuran? I am jealous of you."
""Huh? Why?"
"Because my Master likes you more than me. But, that is a good thing."
""Huh? Why?"
"Because my Master likes you more than me. But, that is a good thing."
It was an awkward meeting in every sense. But, Moirae had always been a mysterious entity. She never failed to surprise him and he did not mind that at all. Perhaps, she would surprise him as well. She would come bursting through the door and shaking her head in disappointment.
"Lord Takeru, you look like a homeless person. Now, didn't I tell you to take care of yourself more?"
But, Moirae was not going to come back anymore. The tears flow more faster than before. Actually, he could probably drown this entire school with his tears. That idea did not strike him as odd. It was like the most natural thing to do. Didn't he like this academy? Did he lost his will to protect it now? Because, he could not protect even one dear friend? He was truly helpless. He was truly pathetic. It was then a knock echoed to the dark room. "Takeru. You should eat something." It was the Headmaster who stood at the other side of the door with a tray of food in hand. "Please... Takky. Hold on." There was still no response as the Headmaster released a rather long sigh and placed the food tray in front of the door. He had a painful look on his face knowing the possible emotions that Takeru were going through. But, he could not do anything to comfort the boy. Releasing one more sigh, the Headmaster left in defeat and loneliness.
"How can I hold on? Someone... Please tell me... Someone..."
On the other side, the same situation could said for the Night Class Leader. The pure blood had yet to show himself to anyone or answer any calls of concerns, inquiry, or to bother with any matters at all. Sacrilegious lazily laid on his couch with Moirae's hair ribbon wrapped around his wrist like a bandage. All he could feel at the moment was numbness. The sadness. The shame. The guilt. The regret. The pain. They all vanished within him. Now, there was nothing left to feel. He was simply tired to even think about anything else. Perhaps, he should go to sleep again. In the unyielding black, he had nothing to witness, nothing to remember, nothing to be concerned with, there was nothing to break what little existence he held on to.
Raising his wrist where Moirae's ribbon is, he placed it before his empty mauve eyes. The frail human girl who was always filled with hope. She was brave and utterly foolish as well. At some point, he did not even want to look at her. Because in her form, he could see the broken promise and that irked him greatly. But since his awakening, he had never once looked at Moirae like that again. The girl became a semblance of peace in himself. The one person who would never let go of him. Yet in the end, she was gone like the rest of them.
"Master..." There a hand gently held his raised wrist and a familiar face peered down on him. "I prepared some chamomile tea." This person was Moirae. She looked at him with those gentle sapphire-blue eyes. A smile decorated her lips. She was not gone. She was still here. She was still alive. Slowly reaching for her face, the dream was destroyed. She disappeared into nothing more but an illusion. The only thing that he reached for was air. It was then the hand he used to reached for Moirae dropped into his face. Covering his eyes, a tattered smile decorated his mouth. "Pathetic."
Why is it he cannot keep any of those people by his side? Why is it all those he reached out to were gone? Why even with all his might to protect them, he could not? Why do they all keep slipping away from his hands? Why? Why? Why? Those questions kept repeating in his thoughts. Yet, the answers never came. Frustration. Annoyance. Anger. His emotions were returning to him once more. Soon, the tears he thought had dried up for many years slowly leaked from his eyes. He could feel the wetness touching his skin and cascading down his cheeks. For a very long time, he was crying again.
"Are you crying?"
"What is that?"
"That water coming out of your eyes."
"What is that?"
"That water coming out of your eyes."
Removing the hand covering his eyes, the tears continued to stream out of his eyes. Sacred had a sad smile at this. So, he was still capable of that. Due to the many things that he had experienced and witnessed firsthand, he had thought that there is nothing more that can make him quiver. How wrong he was on that assumption. Because in the end, even if he had suffered and received various pain, they were still painful each time and rather more stronger than the last. This is perhaps what Moirae meant that he was some kind of damsel-in-distress. It was fitting for him at the moment. Right now, he wanted someone to just hold his hand. To provide a meaning of existence, he did not care who it could be. As long as that someone was here. He just didn't want to be alone anymore.
"Someone..."
That one word came out of his lips like a wish so dear and elusive. And just like that, the sun rose from the horizon. Its light slowly creeping and revealing the beauty inside the darkness. Soon, it blanketed the entire academy with its warm radiance. The rays ever so gently peeked into the crevices of Sacred's curtains. The same could be said on the room where Takeru is. It is now officially been 3 weeks and 6 days since Moirae's death. A new day once more came like it always will do. This time, it was not as brilliant and fulfilling. For, this was truly a sad morning for two individuals who were calling out to someone. Someone, that may never be.