Work Text:
It was a bustling day on Iras, the new planet Luocha had travelled to. Street vendors shouting, neon coloured adverts flashing in every corner of the city and the loud chatter of people whether working or or simply going about their day to day lives. He couldn’t help but feel out of place in this strange new world; it seemed he was the only one who couldn’t fit in. This place was lively and chaotic, every mainstreet and alleyway teeming with business (illegal or not it wasn't his place to say).
“Turn around,” a voice whispered soft as a cloud in the sky.
Luocha whipped his head around in surprise but quickly turned back to check on his goods (just trinkets and medicines, nothing special). After carefully organising them he realised nothing was missing, he sighed out in relief.
Then he saw her.
A girl with beautiful white hair and dazzling blue eyes, accompanied by a cherry pink haired foxian walked past laughing as if unaware of the universe’s troubles. Everything could be made right with her kindness and innocence, his perfect saint—
What. Luocha paused, what was he thinking? He didn’t know this girl, he had never met her before. She was just another face in this sea of endless people. There was nothing special about her.
But then why did he feel this indescribable pain in his chest? Memories were flooding back to him, each revelation leaving just as quickly as they came, piercing through his mind. A lost friend.The only one who cared for him, listened to his thoughts and feelings. Dead. Dust blown away in the wind.
You killed her.
You killed her.
You killed her.
You killed her.
You killed her.
It was all your fault. You should have accepted it. Why didn’t you?
You killed them. You made them suffer. You never deserved her.
You should never have been born. Even God despises you.
Die.
Die.
Die.
Die.
DIE.
A battle with the laws of the universe. Fighting even God for her. Staying forever faithful to your saint even after 500 years passed. That tree illuminated in heavenly golden light.
I did it. You will have another life, another chance.
Live on %$*£^&.
“Hey, Mister. Are you alright? You were spacing out, that's a dangerous thing to do here. You’ll get robbed,” the white haired girl said, bringing Luocha out of that vision?, memory?.
“I-I’m alright thank you,” He replied, voice still shaky.
“That’s good to hear. Well I have to go now, Goodbye, mister!” She said with a soft smile before she ran off towards the foxian, carrying on her life like nothing at all had happened.
It felt like his whole world had lit up when he laid his yes on that girl. When he talked to her it felt so colourful, so bright. But now that she left the world had turned monotone once more, empty and meaningless. The girl’s smile could light up the emptiness of The Nihility THEMselves.
‘Why was he thinking these things again?’ he internally berated himself, ‘He didn’t even know the girl’s name!’
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Luocha looked down at his box of trinkets and noticed with dismay that they had all gone missing. However, in their place was a toy plane made by a child, perhaps, and a small gold and silver cross.
Still clutching the box, Luocha felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him.
‘Maybe in another life they could have been happy. But not this one.’
And just like that the shattered memories were washed away by the incoming tide, leaving him with a bittersweet taste in his mouth.
Maybe in another life, another universe they could have gotten a second chance. But not this life. Not here.