Looking For Something That Can't Be Found || A Short Story

↣ Greetings! ↢

Hello! So, I just love the song so much which is "Circles" by Kira ft. GUMI so I decided to write something regarding it, and this is the outcome!

Also, this story concept may be sensitive to the other readers, it contains a lot of emotional topics that I can't express, so, if you are uncomfortable with it, please do not read this; your health is what matters. Have a great day/night!

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* Until I fell so deep.... A neverending tragedy.

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"Repeating, repeating…"

Ink uttered emotionlessly, he was doing nothing but walking in the void of his own, or what he claims to be his own. Nevertheless, he doesn't care who's the owner of this path that he's walking to, or even if it has an owner, Ink is too tired to know it all.

His clothes are messy, his eye sockets are filled with clear black... like his name, Ink. Who even named him Ink? What was his purpose? What is he doing here? Why was he made? What should he do? What's going on? Why can't he feel anything? Why doesn't he have a soul?

All of these overflowing questions left Ink feeling so… out of place. Like he's a child who was glued in the corner of the room, like a person who was drowned in the deep shallow of the sea, like an adult who doesn't know the direction that he's taking.

It was so, so confusing to figure the answers for his never-ending questions. He felt like he couldn't breathe; he has friends, but is that really enough to stop his burning ion to know what's happening to himself, to make him satisfied? No, of course not.

Not all stories have a happy ending, and it seems like Ink is, too.

"I'm dying, I'm breathing.."

He feels like someone is strangling him, trying their best to erase him out of existence but it always doesn't work, it never went on their plan.

Now, here he is, walking down on a path that he shouldn't even be taking… or should he? He doesn't know. Hell, where was he again? There's nothing on his mind, he's light, and has no signs of problems, at all. But, he feels like there are chains dangling on his feet, trying to pull him back to a place that deep inside, he doesn't want to go to. And the more time he stays here, it's successfully working for his current state.

"I'm crying, I'm healing."

Words can hurt, more than any weapons do. Unfortunately, Ink didn't feel any pain by all of the words and the knives that they've been throwing at him for the past few years since he was made. Did he get used to it? Is he a masochist? Or maybe, a simple, crazy, man? Heh, he doesn't know.

It wasn't a cry for help, he's sure of that. But why.. does it feel like he doesn't want to stay here? Why does it feel like he wants someone to save him and get him out of here? Why does it feel like… He.. What is he talking about again?

"Circles, in circles, I go around…"

Ink looked up, it's only pitch black, and he's definitely not surprised about it. He looked towards his direction and started to walk at a fast pace, then seemingly ran like someone is chasing him to death.

Even though his physical body is sweating with all of the running that he is doing, he didn't feel like stopping right now.

Is it because of his unbelievable stamina? No. Is it because he was trained for this? Absolutely not either. He's not the speed itself but he's also not a weakling when it comes to this. Is he running away? But for what though? Debts? Enemies? Responsibilities? Ah yes, his problems that he doesn't even know what too.

But on all of the things that he faced, he's still determined..

Determined to find something…

He was looking everywhere,

Running everywhere,

His painting is starting to become ragged, his pushing himself out of his own limits. But he couldn't stop, this moment.. Why is it so special to him?

But then, he stopped. Oh how his promise to himself quickly got destroyed. He fell down on his knees like he fainted, oh how he didn't know… he was always looking for a reason that can't be found. It's quite funny to say the least, can a cheerful person feel down sometimes? Of course.

We are with our own strengths and weaknesses, just trying our best to toughen up because of this cruel, rude, mean world. Aw, you didn't notice that? Innocent minds like you, shall forever stay innocent.

"Circles, in circles, without a sound.."

Ink was alone with the darkness that is almost absorbing his whole being without him noticing it. Ah, such a cute prey waiting for its predator.

He glanced around and saw many disappointed eyes looking at him, is it because he was made? Is it really his fault he was "born"?

Ink closed his eyes and slowly opened his mouth then said,

"My tears can't be heard when they hit the ground.."

Ink is scared. And no, he's not scared because of the darkness; he was scared of what's IN the darkness. He was scared that he won't find the "something" that he's been trying to uncover.

On the other hand, he can't really do anything about it, right? He will stay in the same loop, saving people's lives, pretending to be happy, spending time with his "friends" for eternity.

If only...

If only there's another way to fix it all.

Nonetheless, Ink knew glooming around is not the solution for it. He grabbed his brush on his back and gently stroked it while humming, then, he splattered paint all over the floor that he's been standing on, and giggled when he saw different shades of color again.

He grinned, he's back on his normal state; ready to be there if you need help, ready to you no matter what, the Ink that we all know.

"Heh, I'm such a fool."

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Time Taken:

↣ 2 Hours

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Apps Used:

↣ UTA Amino

↣ Google Docs

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Word Count:

↣ 941

Characters:

↣ 5,020

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Credits:

↣ Zolyie on DeviantArt

↣ GlassyGreatArt on DeviantArt

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