To my dearest cousins. Geoffrey Ty and Stacee.

Too much life, Not enough living.

                                                  -TJ Hamilton.

Colliding SYphonies presents.

                            -The Sounds We Hear-
                                  (second posting)

     ". . .get yourself some cheap sunglasses. . "
     "Huh?" She asked, a bit thrown by his abrupt remark.
     "Nothing. Just catching a tune," he said, gesturing to his walkman.

     "Honestly."
     "Oh, come on. You need a good tune to get you through the days."
She looked less than interested. "Going a day without music is like
going a day without laughing. C'mon little sister." Still nothing.
"You're a bit cold today. What's up?"
     She didn't give much of a reply, other than looking the other way.
The two walked down the mall courtyard. He was tall, she wasn't. They
both sported brown hair. The guy was dressed loosely in curderoy with a
plain polo-type shirt hanging out. She was in a modest skirt with a
sweatshirt, a handbag at one side.
     He was slowing down, his face showing his obvious concern. "Hey,"
he halted her by grabbing her arm. "What is it?"
     She still refused to look at him. "What are we going to do?" she
uttered quietly.
     "About what?"
     "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ASSHOLE!" she roared.
     Now, there are different connotations of volume and intensity.
However in this case, she definetely roared, her voice raging off of the
huge ceilieng.
     He looked left to right, his embarrasment clearly showing. "Would
you keep it down! Jesus!" He grabbed her arm again. "C'mon," he uttered,
dragging her away from prying eyes.

     After a bit of running, he wound to a halt and sat down on a bench.
He looked up at the transparent ceilieng while he caught his breath. (.
. .night already?) he thought. She sat down more softly next to him. He
draped an arm over her. "C/mon. It could be worse."
     "How could it possibly be worse!?"
     "We could be loosing eachother too!" he yelled back at her. He
pushed her towards the other end of the bench and looked up again.
     An awkward silence followed. The mall stores were closing one by
one around them. Sparse were the pedestrians, most already heading out
the doors.
     After a long silence, he looked over to her. Her back was to him
and she was quaking. That was the funny thing. He was always hearing a
song, and one particular came to him. He reached out and placed his
hands on her shoulders. "Cry, little sister. Come to your brother." She
sank back into his embrace. "Don't you think everything you've been
yellin` at me hasn't run through my head a million times?" She sniffled
as she wiped her face on his sleeves. "We can't let it drag us down," he
said softly. "Mom, wouldn't want that."
     "How the hell would you know!" she turned violently on him. "Ever
since. . ever since. . You've done nothing but avoid her! You don't know
what she's feeling!"
     He looked down with a great sigh. "I don't know anything, Sissy.
You know that. I'm not special."
     She wondered why she felt so hollow all of a sudden. "You jackass!
All you do is sit and mop! And listen to music!"
     "A song for time. A song for tear." he looked up. "I got that from
Ecclesiastes." He smiled softly. "Come here," he gestured. After a
moment of hesitation, she yeilded back to him. "You don't know this, you
were too young." He sighed. "I know exactly what she's feeling."
     "How could you?"
     "Because. . .I watched our brother die."
     She swallowed hard, feeling very small all of a sudden.
     "All the time I would go to see him. I was always worried about
him, and all the time he would tell me to go away and do stuf and play
and live. I never knew what he meant, I just thought he wasn't feeling
good, until Mother.  . ." He swallowed hard and blinked rapidly in a
futile effort to fight his hot tears. "So, I know exactly what Mom
wants. We'll be here when she wants us, Sissy. But. . ."
     "We can't leave her alone to die! That's. . .we take care of the
family! I'm so sick of my friends bitching and moaning of how they have
to put up with annoying liitle brothers or parents. It makes me sick!
They're so selfish."
     "Do you think I'm blind?" he hugged her tightly, her back still to
him. "Look. . .Mom and Brother realised what only death can make us
realise. You know? Every moment, every breath every sight. taste. .
.nothing is unimportant. She wants us to live life and not waste a
precious second."
     "But we. . .!"
     "Shutup. She thinks we're wasting our time. We can't let her think
things like that. Especially not now." He hugged her again.
     "Is that why you listen to music?"
     "Huh?"
     "It helps you remember things lik that, doesn't it?" She turned her
head as much as she could to look at his face. "Doesn't it?"
     He smiled softly at his little sister.
     He took off his headset and carefully placed it on her ears.

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|Eimi Nagakawa--of Okinawa, and of Shojo         |
|Trevor J Hamilton--of Fantasy Realm and Fanfics |
|Allan Zilinzik--of dark and depressing human    |
|   nature, and of strong gothics                |
|G.T. Hamilton--of Ranma and Anime Fanfics, and  |
| musics of life and time                        |
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