For the World


For all the pain that I've suffered, I wouldn't trade the life that I've lived for anything in the world, not for all the forgiveness that can be given nor for all the memories that could be taken.

Not even for the ability to love without inhibition; without the fear of pain, loss, and fear itself.

To never have lived this life would be to lose all that I am and all that I could ever be, every memory and feeling that makes these endless days worth staying for, to lose far more than I've ever lost—could ever lose—on the path I choose to walk.

I would lose the memory of green eyes and bright laughter, happiness found in simple things and warmth found in another's arms on a cold winter's night: lose it to the child who has never known cold and laughs at another's pain.

I would lose the memory of having to be the one to laugh and to hold, rather than to be laughed with and held, the memory of having to be the one that could never falter: lose it to the child who is held for all the wrong reasons and falters at shadows.

I would lose the memory of knowing that family is not always blood but rather who you choose to love unconditionally, the memory of knowing that sometimes you are loved for no other reason than that you are you: lose it to the child who takes family for granted until they are gone and expects to be loved more than anyone else.

I would lose the memory of being able to fight for a cause because you know above all else that if you don't, no one else will; of shedding blood to defend everything you believe in and live for: lose it to the child who has never fought for anything in his life and only sheds tears out of fear.

I would lose the memory of finding those who understand more than anything else what it is like to be broken before you were ever whole, to hide everything that you are with everything that you wish you could be, to wake up wondering if anything is worth it.

I may regret the life I've lived, but not that I've had the chance to live it—because every day it was my choice to wake up, my choice to live, my choice to laugh and to smile, to love and to hold, to fight and to take my chances with death.

It was not my choice to live in this world, but it is my choice to stay in it, no matter how determined it is to see me break—even more than I'm already broken.


A slightly happier installment of Death's Masque? An installment of the Death's Masque series? LEGASP—what is the world coming to?

-rolls eyes- What? Honestly. They can't all be doom and gloom—well, they could, but that would be damn repetitive and boring. It was all I could come up with at the moment, anyways, in the fifteen minutes of fame inspiration decided to grant me, and I think it might actually be pretty nice. ^^ So...yeah. Uhhhh. SOY fans, pretty please with a cherry on top don't kill me? Check my profile, I'm not going to launch into any explanations here because they would be really, really long, but a note—do keep checking my profile, I am now updating it on a semi-regular basis.

DISCLAIMER: I hold no claim to Gundam Wing or any related franchises. The plot, however, belongs to me.