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[NOV 5] [PERSONA 3] WALKING ON GLASS
Title: Walking on Glass
Day/Theme: 5th November 2009; I cry surrounded amidst the light and shadow you have left behind
Series: Persona 3
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Yukari, mentions others; implied Yukari/MC
Rating: G
Note: Spoilers for the "true" ending of P3. Set post-Journey but pre-Answer. Angsty.
Every day begins with the promise of never forgetting. She wakes up to the feel of the player in her loose grip and headphones that are an awkward fit - she'd been using it to fall asleep again. The action of slipping them off and putting them safely away on her desk is almost second nature as she goes about preparing for school. Her movements are smooth, almost calculated and serve mostly to keep her occupied and distracted. But it doesn't really work, because every moment awake is a reminder that each breath, each heartbeat of hers is happening because he's not here.
School is another bed of thorns. The desk behind her is achingly empty, and her classmates are constant reminders of all the lives he's touched - all the lives he changed for the better, hers included - and the myriad things he'd managed to do in the span of merely a year. She does her best to block it all out without appearing to be affected - years of practice wearing a mask around others helped - but as she walks out the door she catches Miyamoto-kun proudly declaring how he'll soundly beat Hayase in the next competition, and she winces. Again, she's let herself get pricked, but she ignores the pain (and the blood no one else can see) as she keeps moving. She thinks she hears Aigis call her name, but the sound is muted amongst all the white noise in her ears. Her lungs are screaming for fresh air, but the roof is off limits - there are too many memories (so many roses, so many thorns, all whispering his name and his face). She cannot cross the threshold of the school fast enough, but it's far from over.
She never thought she'd hate the long route back to the dorm - she never had a reason back then - but now the distance gnaws away at her nerves (and maybe her sanity as well). It takes all her will to focus on not seeing, but at the edges of her vision his figure flits in and out of her sight. Every guy with blue hair has her doing a double-take, and in the tumult of the crowd she imagines she hears his voice somewhere in all the din. Desperately she tries to shake the ghosts off, but they follow her all the way back to her doorstep where they linger and wait for her tomorrow.
Yet once again she escapes one prison only to find herself in another, for as soon as she's in the solitude of her room the phantoms she keeps locked within these four walls claw at her. There are photos in one drawer, trinkets in another, and the player is whisperingtauntingbeckoning even as it sits silently on her desk.
It is then that she crumples to the floor and the tears begin to fall once more.
Day/Theme: 5th November 2009; I cry surrounded amidst the light and shadow you have left behind
Series: Persona 3
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Yukari, mentions others; implied Yukari/MC
Rating: G
Note: Spoilers for the "true" ending of P3. Set post-Journey but pre-Answer. Angsty.
Every day begins with the promise of never forgetting. She wakes up to the feel of the player in her loose grip and headphones that are an awkward fit - she'd been using it to fall asleep again. The action of slipping them off and putting them safely away on her desk is almost second nature as she goes about preparing for school. Her movements are smooth, almost calculated and serve mostly to keep her occupied and distracted. But it doesn't really work, because every moment awake is a reminder that each breath, each heartbeat of hers is happening because he's not here.
School is another bed of thorns. The desk behind her is achingly empty, and her classmates are constant reminders of all the lives he's touched - all the lives he changed for the better, hers included - and the myriad things he'd managed to do in the span of merely a year. She does her best to block it all out without appearing to be affected - years of practice wearing a mask around others helped - but as she walks out the door she catches Miyamoto-kun proudly declaring how he'll soundly beat Hayase in the next competition, and she winces. Again, she's let herself get pricked, but she ignores the pain (and the blood no one else can see) as she keeps moving. She thinks she hears Aigis call her name, but the sound is muted amongst all the white noise in her ears. Her lungs are screaming for fresh air, but the roof is off limits - there are too many memories (so many roses, so many thorns, all whispering his name and his face). She cannot cross the threshold of the school fast enough, but it's far from over.
She never thought she'd hate the long route back to the dorm - she never had a reason back then - but now the distance gnaws away at her nerves (and maybe her sanity as well). It takes all her will to focus on not seeing, but at the edges of her vision his figure flits in and out of her sight. Every guy with blue hair has her doing a double-take, and in the tumult of the crowd she imagines she hears his voice somewhere in all the din. Desperately she tries to shake the ghosts off, but they follow her all the way back to her doorstep where they linger and wait for her tomorrow.
Yet once again she escapes one prison only to find herself in another, for as soon as she's in the solitude of her room the phantoms she keeps locked within these four walls claw at her. There are photos in one drawer, trinkets in another, and the player is whisperingtauntingbeckoning even as it sits silently on her desk.
It is then that she crumples to the floor and the tears begin to fall once more.