Entity of 2

An Entity of 2
A one shot by Leon Noene

I'd just had the greatest break through. The greatest break-up. The most terrible bout of turncoats, so far in my little life.

By chance, I met him in a more intimate setting. More intimate than school, that is. I'd just graduated last year. He was at the end of his own run. We spoke and learned what we could of one another. Both discovering our passion for music. Specifically, Jrock. I thought it well and felt a true desire to play guitar along side him. He mirrored the sentiment. So one day we got together for a music session, just for fun. We decided on a lovely little song and learned it that afternoon. Tsuki no Uta; we played this song many a time. Something happened around the 7th repetition. We had bonded. As little as we knew about the other, this person was now my very best friend.

Not long after, we had learned enough songs to maybe play a concert. So we did. We didn't have a name for our 2 man group even then. We had come up with a temporary name: Ni Eisei. It means, two moons. It reminded me of how Peter Parker had fashioned his name the moment he went to wrestle that first day. Trying to win money to impress Mary Jane. We did well. Even meeting up with a few friends afterward. It was like an explosion at the end of the trail of a firework. Bang! I compare myself to a firework in this moment, for after the glory, my life rushed to the ground as a smoldering mess.

A person working hard for their happiness is not looked well upon by those whom are addicted to both luck, and pity. In my own way, I became suicidal. A symptom of  the stress and hatred being thrown at me for so very long. I suppose I was becoming an addict of the aforementioned, as well. I've never been proud of such a thing. Again, I was suicidal, but you would be dead wrong if you assumed it was in any way withing the traditional definition of the word.

None of this mattered to me towards the end. Yet there was on true and very sad heartache very present. My other half had left for college. I could never follow. His parents were rich, they supported him well. My father was well off too. But his disdain for his fist son was overwhelming. With nowhere to go, I turned one risk into a great opportunity. I decided to be a wanderer. A drifter searching for a real life. It's amazing how far you can go with a dedicated talent. It's also disheartening how little people value a thing that enriches their life. For all I did as this wanderer, there was always a something I felt was truly wrong. For in this stage of my life, I cried whenever the tears felt their own need to wander.

This had become every night for me. Crying endlessly; it makes sense that I'm always thirsty these days. In that time, I gave all the water I could, back to the world. So much so, that there was far too little for myself. There then came a day where I discovered what was wrong. I missed him, so much. My partner had taken a lot of me with him. He left his share of himself with me too. I didn't hesitate for a second. Right then and there began my search for that happiness. To fulfill a duty I'd left staggered long ago.

I would never find him.
He had gone on to become far too important to simply even have his phone listed. Even if I did find him, he'd have shunned me. At least, that's what I thought. Ironically, he ended up finding me. He decided he missed me too. Tsuki no Uta; we played it as the last song at our latest concert. For our couple thousand fans.
The End.