A forlorn, wet figure in the merciless rain, You turn to me, a bitter smile on your lips. "I don't understand." I shake my head. You close your eyes; a sigh breaks through. "But I've always been there," I continue to insist. Your words are clipped, and you are harsh. "So what?" I snap, and it satisfies me. "It's been three years," I barrage on. "I hate you now. You're nothing but a fool." You lift your lashes, you gaze at me. "I know, Meilin, but you're not." You wheel away slowly, every moment chained to time.
Fingers clutching your
cold metal wheelchair.
I take my chance, I start to speak,
"Why must you
leave? This isn't fair."
"I'm sorry my friend, I don't
love you anymore."
I look for compassion, instead I found ice.
Your eyes
clutch my heart, it is awfully sore.
"I've been taking care of you ever
since."
"What have I done wrong?" I ask of you,
The glacial rain renders
my tears rinsed.
"I thank you for that, and
it's not you."
You cock your head, you study me intently.
"It's just me;
and what I've been through."
My gaze travels down
to your missing legs.
"Through the good and the bad," I whisper to
you.
I'm in the rain too long; my body aches.
"Don't annoy me or you'll lose
our friendship."
You jerk back from me, like I am a worm.
My flare of
anger is brightly lit.
"Don't make me do what I always
could."
I glare at you and you glower right back.
I don't even care if I
sound rude.
"Why now? Not then? It's far too
long."
Your eyes flash with hurt as I insult you.
"Don't tell me that I've
always been wrong!"
I'm through with you, and I
raise my hand.
I watch, sickly amused, as I prepare for a strike.
The
expression in your face stops me then.
I feel a stirring stab of
guilt.
"I just don't want to be a burden to you.
"Syaoran, you've always
understood."
I lift a trembling finger and touch your
cheek.
You caress my finger with your hand,
Then you toss it away with a
swift flick.
Remembrance of us
together soon came.
I catch the obvious pain in your eyes,
As I stand
there forlornly in the rain.
Yeppers, another angsty fic. I hate it when all my fics have angst. //rams head into table//
In one of the reviews for Hurt Inside (that - yes, angsty - ficcy about Meilin? Remember?), someone said that if I was a good person, I should write a good MeiLi fic. This cannot be classified as good (^-^;;), but it's a MeiLi fic. Kind of. ^-^;;;
