A/N: "Ashes, Diamonds & Pearls" was my first ever fanfic posted on this site and, since that time, I have figured out how to format properly/add chapters. Hence I have decided to repost this story in a more user-friendly format. Many thanks to those who soldiered on through the unformatted version, I really appreciated your reviews. Hope you enjoy! :)
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I'm trapped in this world
Lonely and fading
Heart broke and waiting
For you to come
We are stuck in this world
That's not meant for me
They say that the Irish have a triad encompassing "Three things that are worse than sorrow": to wait to die, and to die not; to try to please, and to please not; to wait for someone who comes not.
These things must, indeed, be hard to endure, but I have my own triad of pain.
One that takes only a few words to sum up: ashes, diamonds and pearls. Yet, for me, these three elements extemporize the worst state that a human being can find themselves in.
Ashes for all that remains once hope is gone; diamonds to dazzle others with their brilliance whilst they hide the pain and the coldness within, all the while cutting you to the quick. Finally, pearls, pearls for tears.
And there are many to be had once all you have left is ashes.
Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself here and certainly more melodramatic than I should. Though I have always been somewhat of a romantic, in fact I was once accused of caring only for the romance in life. In truth I didn't care for romance, it was the tragedy of romance that fascinated me. Helen, Dido, Medea - the tragic heroines who had given, and lost, all for their menfolk.
They stuck in my memory, haunting me almost.
I pitied them, at times even thought they were pathetic or stupid, but still I was drawn to their stories. I never imagined that I would end up living my own tragedy. However, perhaps that should have been obvious; my life has hardly been what one would describe as 'normal.'
Yet, again, I am getting ahead of myself; perhaps I should start at the beginning.