Lily
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Falling White
<Chapter one>
Wake up
Pale and awkward gray blue eyes opened slowly from what seemed like an eternal slumber, large and unblinking. Time moved slowly, visions rushing by quite rapidly in spite of this. Realization took a slow turn on her, figures approaching steadily. Her mind closed in and out, trying to digest the events coming rather slowly at her. What was the floating thing in front of her? Why did it look so ancient and so frail?
It took you long enough?
It was communicating, yet in a different formal matter. There seemed to be no sound, but the graceful wistfulness drifting in and out. She struggled to cut through the thick fog clouding over her eyes. She struggled to move. What was this floating sensation that enabled her to do so? The fog gradually lifted, as her eyes made out a tiny cerise object. Crystal blue eyes stared right back at her, curious yet with a sign that showed much wisdom and an elegant figure attached to it.
?Where am I?? Her voice was so pale and ghostly, flying over to wherever she was. Was it water? Or was it just the air, endless yet supporting her weight somehow?
You will find out soon enough. Meanwhile?
The pink catlike creature breathed in close, face directly in front of her; the last thing she remembered before the fog took over at last.
Endure it
Her world was unusually a friendly shade of white. Was it friendly? Or was it mean? She didn?t know for sure, just an odd bright shade of light. It reflected against her lonely gray eyes with flecks of blue, staring dumbly yet without emotions at the white wall in front of her.
What was it of that bitter value people loved to take recognition of? There were no specific reasons, yet a vague imagination of ones mind. It was an unwavering figure that refused to go down, an adamant creature of some sort indeed. Yet when one thought about it?it was a guileful and inherent sort of doubt that weaved in and out of the feeble minds trying to comprehend things that should not have been understood in the first place. It never failed to perplex such innocent beings, only reaching out to those purest in mind. It was a tenacious thought that only bothered people who had enough intelligence to fully understand it. It was something that you felt was important, yet you couldn?t quite grasp the concept.
What was it? It was a question that she wondered most of the time. People had said that once you realize that one important thing, you would hold steadfast onto your discovery, letting it continue to live in your mind, unaware of everything else. Was that how she felt right now? By living in this vast empty world, but unaware her surroundings despite the feeble distractions people put in front of her, and these useless and pointless distractions that made her sick of everything else.
A string of silver hair that looked white to her eyes coiled down to her shoulder, resting peacefully on the white dress she was in. Her eyes vaguely watched the still unwavering air, deep in thought about things she failed to understand. She turned her head at the door that had just moved and inch, and then flung the whole way, causing a sound apparent enough. There stood a figure in the same whiteness along with another figure?in actual color. He was quite tall, with garments so strange and faded away to her. They were colors other than white.
She tilted her head as they exchanged words unknown to her. The stranger kept darting his dark brown eyes towards her direction, as if inspecting her thoroughly by one quick stolen glance. She tilted her head the other way, a perplexed expression clearly conspicuous on her innocent face. She stood up slowly, walking tentatively on the soft white carpet. They two strangers stopped talking, staring at her in an interesting matter. She was like a white ghost, stepping so delicately on the floor. When she spoke, the sound she made was so small, so far away from them.
?Is something the matter?? She asked, voice a bit hushed. One of them cleared his throat rather nervously, staring at the other clothed in white. He nodded solemnly at him, and turned his attention towards the girl.
?Nothing is wrong. You may go back now.? He ordered sternly and firmly at the curious girl, bare feet retreating just a bit, as her head slowly nodded. Her silky hair went down with her, her head bobbing up and down. She was always in this whispered state, as she took another step back. He frowned, waiting for her long awaited response.
?Alright?? She said in that same quiet hushed whisper, retreating more back. The two strangers still stared at her, dark eyes penetrating the whole pure whiteness of the room. It was so unlike anything related to the room. She kept walking back until she felt them subdued to the background, and she felt the same soft white wall come in contact with her hands. She stood silently for a second, before crumpling down on the floor, huddled against the wall. Her delicate hands clasped themselves together in front of her knees, round eyes unmoving as they stared at the strangers now staring back.
One of them nervously coughed again, as they quickly exchanged words and slipped through the white doors she had never gotten past, slipped past her own white world. Their footsteps died away slowly, leaving her to wander about aimlessly in the white world of hers. She sat there for what seemed like eternity, before slowly getting up. The whiteness was pretty. But it looked as if the strangers had made it a bit dirtier. But it still reminded her of?what did you call it?...oh yes, snow. She could pretend it was snow, looking back into the day she last felt the icy coolness and the nostalgia of the memories. But that was so long ago, wasn?t it? It was just the last flicker of imagination. Then no more.
It was a bit of her memories after all. The rest were locked away in a secret room, or so she thought. Footsteps reached her ears again, as the doors opened one more time. The same strangers came back it seemed. What did they want? Why did they give her those odd glances like that? Why did they talk behind her back? This made her frustrated and tired, enough games. The men walked over to her. She could tell the one wearing the white cloth was familiar, while the other was a stranger to this white world. They muttered, and this time, she tried desperately to catch a word.
?See? She?s oblivious to her surroundings, she doesn?t remember anything that happened, and I don?t think it?ll be a good idea. She won?t remember a thing; no one knows anything about her?? The man in the white cloth said briskly yet solemnly. The other stranger rubbed his tanned face nervously, staring at the queer girl before him. He twitched anxiously, as if expecting something will happen, and turned to the other man. His voice sounded questionable, yet filled with a certain quality of curiosity.
?Is it okay if I ask her a question?? He inquired, bending down to the girl?s level. She didn?t blink once as she leaned closer to the wall. The white clothed man sighed.
?By all means, go ahead. But I assure you, it will not provide beneficial.? And he fell silent again.
The stranger sighed heftily, staring at the girl. She stared back with his round eyes that could not be decided from gray to blue. They were so filled with innocence and a virtuous look, blended in with the pale light face of hers. He clucked, raising one of his dark eyebrows, starting with a simple question.
?How are you today?? He asked slowly. She blinked back, cocking her head to the side as if digesting the question properly. How?was she?
?I am fine?? She whispered, words barely escaping her mouth, clutching the tip of her fingers more tightly.
He frowned again, staring at the white floor momentarily before staring at her one more time.
?What is your name??
At this question, the white clothes man gave a rather exasperated and annoyed sigh, shaking his head while speaking through the muffled white cloth surrounding his mouth.
?As I had said, I do not know her name, and she does not remember a thing-? He halted suddenly when three small, fragile delicate words escaped her mouth, filled with doubt, yet an air of certainty. He gaped at the answer, eyes inevitably fixed on the timid reply. She had just said them, right? After all those hours trying to pry this information from her, she said this to a stranger? Not him, who visited her room every single day?
When she spoke, her mind was at loss. What was she saying? Why did she have a sudden vision of a pink cat flying by so quickly, unable to catch at least one glance at it?
?I am Hikari.?
~*~
<Chapter one>
Wake up
Pale and awkward gray blue eyes opened slowly from what seemed like an eternal slumber, large and unblinking. Time moved slowly, visions rushing by quite rapidly in spite of this. Realization took a slow turn on her, figures approaching steadily. Her mind closed in and out, trying to digest the events coming rather slowly at her. What was the floating thing in front of her? Why did it look so ancient and so frail?
It took you long enough?
It was communicating, yet in a different formal matter. There seemed to be no sound, but the graceful wistfulness drifting in and out. She struggled to cut through the thick fog clouding over her eyes. She struggled to move. What was this floating sensation that enabled her to do so? The fog gradually lifted, as her eyes made out a tiny cerise object. Crystal blue eyes stared right back at her, curious yet with a sign that showed much wisdom and an elegant figure attached to it.
?Where am I?? Her voice was so pale and ghostly, flying over to wherever she was. Was it water? Or was it just the air, endless yet supporting her weight somehow?
You will find out soon enough. Meanwhile?
The pink catlike creature breathed in close, face directly in front of her; the last thing she remembered before the fog took over at last.
Endure it
-
Her world was unusually a friendly shade of white. Was it friendly? Or was it mean? She didn?t know for sure, just an odd bright shade of light. It reflected against her lonely gray eyes with flecks of blue, staring dumbly yet without emotions at the white wall in front of her.
What was it of that bitter value people loved to take recognition of? There were no specific reasons, yet a vague imagination of ones mind. It was an unwavering figure that refused to go down, an adamant creature of some sort indeed. Yet when one thought about it?it was a guileful and inherent sort of doubt that weaved in and out of the feeble minds trying to comprehend things that should not have been understood in the first place. It never failed to perplex such innocent beings, only reaching out to those purest in mind. It was a tenacious thought that only bothered people who had enough intelligence to fully understand it. It was something that you felt was important, yet you couldn?t quite grasp the concept.
What was it? It was a question that she wondered most of the time. People had said that once you realize that one important thing, you would hold steadfast onto your discovery, letting it continue to live in your mind, unaware of everything else. Was that how she felt right now? By living in this vast empty world, but unaware her surroundings despite the feeble distractions people put in front of her, and these useless and pointless distractions that made her sick of everything else.
A string of silver hair that looked white to her eyes coiled down to her shoulder, resting peacefully on the white dress she was in. Her eyes vaguely watched the still unwavering air, deep in thought about things she failed to understand. She turned her head at the door that had just moved and inch, and then flung the whole way, causing a sound apparent enough. There stood a figure in the same whiteness along with another figure?in actual color. He was quite tall, with garments so strange and faded away to her. They were colors other than white.
She tilted her head as they exchanged words unknown to her. The stranger kept darting his dark brown eyes towards her direction, as if inspecting her thoroughly by one quick stolen glance. She tilted her head the other way, a perplexed expression clearly conspicuous on her innocent face. She stood up slowly, walking tentatively on the soft white carpet. They two strangers stopped talking, staring at her in an interesting matter. She was like a white ghost, stepping so delicately on the floor. When she spoke, the sound she made was so small, so far away from them.
?Is something the matter?? She asked, voice a bit hushed. One of them cleared his throat rather nervously, staring at the other clothed in white. He nodded solemnly at him, and turned his attention towards the girl.
?Nothing is wrong. You may go back now.? He ordered sternly and firmly at the curious girl, bare feet retreating just a bit, as her head slowly nodded. Her silky hair went down with her, her head bobbing up and down. She was always in this whispered state, as she took another step back. He frowned, waiting for her long awaited response.
?Alright?? She said in that same quiet hushed whisper, retreating more back. The two strangers still stared at her, dark eyes penetrating the whole pure whiteness of the room. It was so unlike anything related to the room. She kept walking back until she felt them subdued to the background, and she felt the same soft white wall come in contact with her hands. She stood silently for a second, before crumpling down on the floor, huddled against the wall. Her delicate hands clasped themselves together in front of her knees, round eyes unmoving as they stared at the strangers now staring back.
One of them nervously coughed again, as they quickly exchanged words and slipped through the white doors she had never gotten past, slipped past her own white world. Their footsteps died away slowly, leaving her to wander about aimlessly in the white world of hers. She sat there for what seemed like eternity, before slowly getting up. The whiteness was pretty. But it looked as if the strangers had made it a bit dirtier. But it still reminded her of?what did you call it?...oh yes, snow. She could pretend it was snow, looking back into the day she last felt the icy coolness and the nostalgia of the memories. But that was so long ago, wasn?t it? It was just the last flicker of imagination. Then no more.
It was a bit of her memories after all. The rest were locked away in a secret room, or so she thought. Footsteps reached her ears again, as the doors opened one more time. The same strangers came back it seemed. What did they want? Why did they give her those odd glances like that? Why did they talk behind her back? This made her frustrated and tired, enough games. The men walked over to her. She could tell the one wearing the white cloth was familiar, while the other was a stranger to this white world. They muttered, and this time, she tried desperately to catch a word.
?See? She?s oblivious to her surroundings, she doesn?t remember anything that happened, and I don?t think it?ll be a good idea. She won?t remember a thing; no one knows anything about her?? The man in the white cloth said briskly yet solemnly. The other stranger rubbed his tanned face nervously, staring at the queer girl before him. He twitched anxiously, as if expecting something will happen, and turned to the other man. His voice sounded questionable, yet filled with a certain quality of curiosity.
?Is it okay if I ask her a question?? He inquired, bending down to the girl?s level. She didn?t blink once as she leaned closer to the wall. The white clothed man sighed.
?By all means, go ahead. But I assure you, it will not provide beneficial.? And he fell silent again.
The stranger sighed heftily, staring at the girl. She stared back with his round eyes that could not be decided from gray to blue. They were so filled with innocence and a virtuous look, blended in with the pale light face of hers. He clucked, raising one of his dark eyebrows, starting with a simple question.
?How are you today?? He asked slowly. She blinked back, cocking her head to the side as if digesting the question properly. How?was she?
?I am fine?? She whispered, words barely escaping her mouth, clutching the tip of her fingers more tightly.
He frowned again, staring at the white floor momentarily before staring at her one more time.
?What is your name??
At this question, the white clothes man gave a rather exasperated and annoyed sigh, shaking his head while speaking through the muffled white cloth surrounding his mouth.
?As I had said, I do not know her name, and she does not remember a thing-? He halted suddenly when three small, fragile delicate words escaped her mouth, filled with doubt, yet an air of certainty. He gaped at the answer, eyes inevitably fixed on the timid reply. She had just said them, right? After all those hours trying to pry this information from her, she said this to a stranger? Not him, who visited her room every single day?
When she spoke, her mind was at loss. What was she saying? Why did she have a sudden vision of a pink cat flying by so quickly, unable to catch at least one glance at it?
?I am Hikari.?
~*~
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