fatal mistake; marluxianaminé oneshot ; tragic ; T ; it was never wise to do that to a heartbroken girl, even if she didn't have a heart
She was just a pretty porcelain doll that didn't matter after all – she could make things bend and, darling, she could break them.
It was the only thing that made him come around, because without her – his plan would be worthless, so he had to make her believe. Believe that more then anything he needed her, for her every kiss and every touch – it didn't take too much, she was ever so lonely after all. She stuck to him like lost puppy dog, she would do anything for his love – she didn't know it was a lie. He would kiss her, and take her under the covers – tell her pretty words, that she was dying to hear – he would then ask for favors, one after another.
She was so in love with him, all he had to do was ask – and that naïve little doll would perform the task. And when she was no longer needed, he decided to have some fun.
She was just a toy after all, and they were bound to break – and he couldn't wait, he just pushed just a tad. He thought of the irony of it, the doll that could bend and break – being broken.
He came to her room like he always did, and she was drawing like she always did – but the room was tense and quiet. There was something different in the air, so he sat down next to her – and tried to read her face. Generally she went to him with excitement, but today there wasn't a trace. It bothered him, because it wasn't right – it must have shown on his face.
She looked at him, with a smile he never seen before – it made him want her, which had never happened before.
"What's wrong, darling," her voice was dripped with venom; she knew something that he did not. She didn't seem like her old caged-bird self, and perhaps that's what bothered him the most. All through his game, she had been his toy and not the other way around. He was the one that was supposed to have the control, not her – she was just a doll after all.
"Nothing Naminé," he smiled at her, it was like plastic – he wished he could do something, but he had to seen this coming. She didn't buy it of course, she returned drawing her picture and he made one more move to escape his fate – he fell before he could move. He glared at her with piercing eyes, she could see right through him and his disguise.
"Just a tool am I?" her voice was hurt, but not enough to smooth talk his way out of this. She knew, and she was pissed.
He supposed it was never wise to do that to a heartbroken girl, even if she didn't have a heart. He felt everything beginning to fade, even a little hurt in his chest, she was doing what she did the best. He was being down away with just like the others, all because he underestimated her. What a silly thing to do, when she held all the strings and he was just a drawing she cold easily shred apart.
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epic phail –
anyhow
noelle loves this type of thing
so totally for her.