I refuse to start this passage by saying the world is dark or evil. This sea of blood covered in ash we call the world is a good way to start a sad story. But I refuse, just down right refuse to begin something negatively, it drives to many people away so they can't see the beauty in the words the voices tell me. It's better to start with the promise of a good story, one that fills you with emotion, makes you think, makes you want to meet the characters within it, go to the places it tells you about, reflect on who you are, get you to remind yourself on what matters. Not by implying the story is sad and dark and depressing.
Not starting with the unhappy ending already foreshadowed so obviously. I will tell this story with a happy beginning, one that I wish I could say was the end. I have heard the story so many times from the voices in my head I need to write them down so the world can see the beautiful things they tell me. This story has had many names, many ways to tell it, and many morals within it. Enjoy the simple moments, love is but a word yet it makes all the difference, and many many more. Messages imbedded in a riveting story that will chill you to the bone, make you wish the world was brighter and more simple, not complex and confusing, scary and blood covered, cruel and unfair.
It's a story about a boy and girl. Both stubborn, awkward, and kind. Both with bright futures and look as though one day they will fall in love, marry as high school sweethearts and live happily ever after. But many things happen, a lot of blood is shed along with tears and when the feeling of love comes to mind it drives one of them to the brink of insanity in mere minutes. Waltzing to the beat of a racing heart slowly growing more spaced out more weak as time begins to tick faster. With an aura that suffocates you, a laugh that paralyzes you, a too wide grin that frightens you, and deadly red eyes the beckon you closer.
It is a story about insanity, a story about love, a story about loving insanity.