As I Stand Witness to your fall
A/N: First and foremost I would just like to warn those who are reading that my grammar is absolutely horrid and I am fully aware of this…so to those who feel a need to criticize, I already know and have tried to the best of my ability to fix this problem but as you can tell its not working.
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Dreams that I once have laid forgotten in his arms, duties that I stood by no longer exist with him here. My tears are empty sorrows that he wished not to see, but I could never hold onto this image of us forever any more. For everything that he whisper the night before washed away with the blood that stain my hand of this war that dragged us all in far too soon.
He was my savior, the light that was supposed to pull me out of this damn forsaken hell that my life has become. But all he did was push me further in till I could no longer figure out what was right or not. Scream fill the night of voices my mind plague me with. How many people died for him, sacrifice everything for him? Despite it all, he refused to acknowledge the truth that people was willing to die for this boy, afraid that he might fail them all. But I won't be one of those fool, because I know him. He hated them for making him feel this way, for making him run into the arms of his enemy. No, I refused to be one of those fool…but I think I might have fallen for his boyish charm already.
And here is all of me; break me if he must, lash out his anger if he will, since I can't seem to put the pieces of me back together anymore. His kisses burn my skin, leaving unwanted marks for me to explain to my Lord of to where I was last night.
"Don't leave," his voice is hoarse from the night before. He pulled me back into his arm. My resolution melts away with his piercing green eyes.
This wall that I worked so hard to build shatter with a single kiss from his lip…Damn him to hell for making me feel this way. He wasn't supposed to ask me to stay nor pretend like everything's okay, because everything was not okay.
Each time he touches me, I am damage more than ever before. "I can't," I don't have to explained to him why. "I have to go…" I hastily dressed, not ready to leave this world that we had built.
He doesn't protest anymore or tried to escape from the reality that holds us by a string, because he himself have to go back to fight for his side. This neutral zone that we constructed no longer exists in the world we live in. There is no such thing as a grey area, only in the world of fantasy does it reside. We both lived in world of black and white, good and evil, and I am everything that he fights against.
And how am I to rid of his scent before my Lord?
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A/N: I hope you enjoy the reading and any criticism of how I am to improve my writing would be greatly appreciated. And I do hope you bear in mind that this is merely a prologue of some sort and was intended to be vague. And this will probably be the only chapter from the first person point of view. As you can see, I am not the best of writer from such perspective. And as any fanfic author likes to end…R&R.
