Me: "Hiya I'm back! Sorry I've been gone for a long while. I had to deal with school, homework, some drawing 'request', some other drawings, and I was being a lazy bastard again!" smiles.
Irma: "Wow so you manage to find time to do some stuff, yet you never have time for homework."
Me: "Let just said I didn't headed that, anyway this idea just come to my door step, hope you enjoy it!"
Disclaimer: I don't own W.I.T.C.H., if I did Cornelia would have somehow end up dead by now."
Cornelia: "Hey." glares at me.
Me: "What? I'm just telling the truth. Anyway on with story!"
Understand
Here I am again on this edge, all alone,
sorrowfully staring into the emptiness, as painful thoughts fill my head.
Oh god, won't it be wonderful to just jump off this edge and just end it here, now, and forever?
There be no more pain filling my nights with these nightmares.
No more screaming out to be headed as others continue to shun me.
No more loneliness blanketing me as I stand here.
No more fits of envy sparkling as I see them together.
No more sorrow fallowing each step I take and visiting each night.
Oh god, I just can't stand the idea of them together, maybe I should just jump and end it now?
Yes, maybe I should.
What's this?
Why did you stop me from falling?
Why do you hold on to me?
Why do you cling to me so?
When you have her.
She who has long golden locks and an unimaginable visible beauty you could feast your eyes on.
Why cling to me?
I only have these short red tangles, and I wasn't blessed with such great beauty as her.
So why is it worth it to cling to me?
Why do I see bits of emerald shades of worry in your eyes?
Why do you hold me lovingly so?
Crystal drops slowly drip down my cheeks.
Oh god, am I crying?
Wait, you are too.
Why are we crying?
Is it because we're finally together?
It can't be, we can't be she won't allow it.
What do you mean you don't care?
You know sooner or later golden treads will come snaking by, tearing us apart, curling around my neck, choking the life out of me.
Yet, here we are, both crying, mourning our love,
together.
Will I ever understand?
I guess not.
Irma: "Wow, that was pretty depressing are you depress Jess?"
Me: "Hmm?" looks at Irma confused "Anyway Can't come up with a better title. And as you can see it's all in will's thoughts. Hope you liked my one-shot, leave a review to let me know what you think, and thanks for reading!"