Chapter 44: II Prolog – A endless night

The hands, feet, legs and arms were numb, it could taste nothing, smell nothing, feel nothing, touch nothing. It tried to move, but its body wouldn't move, it tried to talk, but the lips produced no sound. It merely breathed and existed, floated inside this endless cold darkness like a pupped whose strings had been cut. 

Floating inside its iron tomb for the first time as long as its memory reached back it picked up a faint sound, something that was not deafening Silence, something different, it didn't understand, but it knew it was different, different from anything it had known up until now. A light pierced through its darkness, and it forced himself to look at the blurry shadows. Expecting the same as it had always known, darkness shallowing the difference again it felt something unknown run through the numb body, wonder. 

Numerous images and noises filled its world afterwards. People, faces, words, places and happenings it didn't know, like a string of pearls, each pearl unique, something different from before. At some point it realized something, something to do, something it was.

Live, live on

Slowly, at a snail's pace his fingertips started to tingle his toes were capable of movement and his arms and legs felt something again, woken up from his deep slumber his body started to act again, feel again, he didn't know why.
The only consisted thing was a young face, white hair and blue eyes, the color he imagined himself the sky should have. Sometimes they were laughing, sometimes crying, sometimes simply there, he always enjoyed it when they appeared, full of expressions and life. Life he didn't know what that was, but he imagined it might be what that person possessed, what he could be if his puppet like body had strings reattached to himself. 

Live, don't be defeated

One day another familiar figure approached him, it said something, something he didn't understand, he didn't comprehend, but he noticed something else.

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They were going to take blue eyes from him, friendly white haired blue eyes, he didn't want that. He tried again to speak but still his voice did not cooperate, produced no sound. In his despair, and he now knew what despair was because he had catched glimpses of happiness, he moved. He didn't know he could move, but he did, and his hand  grabbed blue eyes, it was warm, and held on not wanting to let go. 

No.

Again new figures approached him tried to communicate with him, but he did not understand, he simply knew he wanted to keep his blue eyes with him even if the words made no sense. 

At some point the damp and faint gibberish started to make sense. He had no clue why, but he appreciated it, and he moved again, into a new place, a friendly one with people that carried black eyes and sometimes a few of them turned their eyes red, red with small spots inside them. 

He didn't understand these either, but he knew by now how they called him Seiyu, blue eyes shortened it to Sei, and he quite liked it. He wanted to stay with her, so he learned how to walk, step by step, slowly bit by bit, he moved, his body had strings again moving it. Unknowing how it was possible he appreciated it. 

Live move, don't stop moving, don't stop living, don't stop trying.

"You did it Sei, congrats!"

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