miseinen | Reality Check

It's hard waking up to reality.
Prompt: Reila - the GazettE

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The night echoed with silence, the dark room lit with the weak rays of the moon. An eye cracked open against the menacing darkness, taking in nothing but emptiness, and an ear fell deaf over the sound of nothingness.

A hand yearned for a warmth that wasn’t there anymore.

The young man shifted in the sheets, his head secured on his palms. Curiously he peered to the side, expecting somebody to be there, fearing someone not to be there.

But reality had always been cruel.

Even if the beautiful name fell on his lips, he would not be heard, and like the flower he has been likened to, his presence is ephemeral.

It always has been.