To the average person, voids are created by others that hurt them. Initially, they are created half complete, only to seal all the gaps and ensure their survival. What was missing in an average life? Love, happiness, sorrow, pain? What could possibly complete a person without keeping them chained for life? It was too hard to imagine, too hard to think about, and that was why he no longer bothered to. It was too much of a nuisance to grasp the way people were shaped and molded.
As it was, he was neither shaped nor molded. He simply did not exist. People looked through him, over him, just right passed him. There was nothing in him worth noting. It wasn’t only those normal beings, but the others he lived with, too. The way they stared at him, mocked him, teased him- all because he believed he had that one missing piece, or something like it.
Music was his life, his rhyme, and his reason. How could his skilled fingers dance along the strings of his instruments if there was nothing behind it? It was hard to believe anything could move like the ocean could. Then again, not many people knew what the ocean was thinking, what it was saying, what it meant when the tides changed- no one understood the water like he did. In every drop of water, there was emotion, there was chaos and there was a voice.
The oceans of the worlds sang songs of disaster, misery, happiness, rejoicing and then some. To slide his gloves off his hands and dive them into the sparkling blue water before him was nothing short of enjoyable. The water reacted to him, swirling around his wiggling fingers before settling back into the waves that crashed against the shore. What was the ocean doing, acting mischievous? Most likely. Birds attempted to scurry from the crashing waves, but some were caught and left to flee to the skies.
A small smile played upon his lips, sea green eyes sparkling beneath his dark hood.
“Sometimes I wonder what it is you’re really after,” Demyx muttered softly, pulling his hands from the water, “I wrote a new song to represent you. Want to hear it?”
How could something be missing…?