[Fic - the GazettE] Drabble for word #143
Drabble written for the prompt word #143 from 15_minute_fic . Word is under cut in case anyone wants to try it first.
Main character: Reita
Word #143: Impossible
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There weren't too many things Reita thought he was incapable of. Teleportation and the gift of flight might escape his capabilities at the moment, but everything else was entirely feasible if he really put his mind to it.
And so when the day came that he stood upon freshly packed earth, amidst the green grass that was almost mocking him with the fact that it was alive, he was left in shock. He stood there, staring numbly at the grey headstone, his clouded eyes tracing the flowing script etched upon its smooth, granite surface.
To our dear friend and beloved member, may you rest in peace.
Reita read these words over and over, not quite understanding, not quite processing. It was a slap in the face, like karma laughing at him for thinking that he could do the impossible. For thinking that he could ever be someone else's savior when he could barely save himself. He hung his head, tears pooling behind closed lids and threatening to spill over at any moment.
Suddenly a firm hand clamped down on his shoulder, and a voice, familiar and infinitely gentle, spoke close to his ear.
"He's still here, you know. Nothing is impossible."
But these words, these lies, did nothing to soothe Reita's pain. They only served to drive him deeper into despair.
I am not invincible. I can never achieve the impossible.
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Time limit was halfway up when I realised that it wasn't making complete sense. So umm... oops? XD
Main character: Reita
Word #143: Impossible
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There weren't too many things Reita thought he was incapable of. Teleportation and the gift of flight might escape his capabilities at the moment, but everything else was entirely feasible if he really put his mind to it.
And so when the day came that he stood upon freshly packed earth, amidst the green grass that was almost mocking him with the fact that it was alive, he was left in shock. He stood there, staring numbly at the grey headstone, his clouded eyes tracing the flowing script etched upon its smooth, granite surface.
To our dear friend and beloved member, may you rest in peace.
Reita read these words over and over, not quite understanding, not quite processing. It was a slap in the face, like karma laughing at him for thinking that he could do the impossible. For thinking that he could ever be someone else's savior when he could barely save himself. He hung his head, tears pooling behind closed lids and threatening to spill over at any moment.
Suddenly a firm hand clamped down on his shoulder, and a voice, familiar and infinitely gentle, spoke close to his ear.
"He's still here, you know. Nothing is impossible."
But these words, these lies, did nothing to soothe Reita's pain. They only served to drive him deeper into despair.
I am not invincible. I can never achieve the impossible.
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Time limit was halfway up when I realised that it wasn't making complete sense. So umm... oops? XD