~ Prologue ~



It is the grief that robs me of the strength to live.

The rain is such a sad thing. It would be as if the whole world were crying in silence. Mute, just to yourself. As if everyone were shedding tears just for themselves. Everyone was everyone, but nobody was together.
The clouds were dark. It was everything else too. The light was choked. There was no spark that could light our way. No spark to warm us. There was nothing to assure us that we all still had a life to live.
Everything was sunk in grief. Life was forgotten, for a moment the many shades of gray were a habit, although our lonely hearts cried out for warm colors. It was ... like a still life. Lifeless, desolate and dreary.
But probably worst of all, we could all fall into this still life. It wasn't forever, but it was a long time. Long enough to drown in grief.
I fell to my knees and stared wide-eyed into the puddle of rain. It reflected what was behind me, next to me, above me. A tear ran down my cheek and dripped into the puddle, which was thrown off balance by a small drop. I saw nothing. I only saw my blurry reflection in the mirror, which consisted of nothing but tears. Nothing.