I was having a bit of writer's block as I was writing chapter four of "Night of the Butterfly", and since I've recently
broken up with my boyfriend, and have been listening to all sorts of depressed music and such over the past few days,
I decided that taking a break from the continual plotline of NotB and writing a short song-fic (what I do best, I'd like
to think) would help to cure my writers block. We'll see. This is to a song from around 1997, 1998, I believe, and it's
by an Irish group called "The Wilde Oscars". The song is called Moments of Value, and this song-fic goes along with the
NotB plot (How Eilzabeth ended up marrying the Commodore, rather than Will, who has been much happier since I brought him
to live in my basement. ^_^). Enjoy!
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~*.:.*~ What do I give you....
moments of value...
nothing to offer... yet...
you and I, we go
together well... ~*.:.*~
Nursing a canteen of rum, sitting in the darkness and the quiet of the small, cramped crew's quaters, Will stared
at the floor, not moving, hardly breathing. Hardly caring. At all.
Elizabeth was gone. No doubt was she happier, no doubt was she more well taken care of. The Commodore cared
deeply for her. He always had. Something Will had picked up in tid-bits of overhead conversation as he delivered various
parcels to the Governor's Mansion over the years. He'd always been a blacksmith's apprentice, Commodore had always been
a man of the law, loyal to the crown, and Elizabeth had always been Elizabeth. She was magnetic, all men around her melted.
It had been a joke between the two of them when they had a moment alone, how humorus it had been watching grown men
try and keep their composure around her, most times having to excuse themselves. Will and Elizabeth would laugh for hours
on end about everything... because everything was funny to them when they had been together.
He hoped she would have laughter in her life now that she had married James Norrington. Inwardly, he doubted she'd
laugh in his presence ever, at least a sincere laugh, at any rate.
~*.:.*~ And after the break-up...
the storm in a coffe cup...
thing are much better, and...
I will never let you down
again ~*.:.*~
They had been through with planning the wedding for at least a month before she had broken the news to him. They
were set to wed in a fortnight, and Elizabeth had grabbed his hand, trying to quiet her giggles and his laughter as she
pulled him outside, ducking behind the bushes as people bustled in and out of the house. She put a hand over his mouth,
biting her bottom lip, and he pulled her hand away and kissed her quickly, pulling back almost immediately. She looked
shocked at first, then sad, and it confused him initially, it had not been the first time they had stolen kisses in
private, and he had no idea why it offended her so. Until he heard her speak.
"William, we've got to talk..." she looked at him from where her gaze had rested on a nearby flowerbed, her coffee
colored eyes now full of tears, and he was shocked into silence. "Elizabeth, have I done something? Have I hurt you?" He
tried to pull her close, made an attempt - no matter how futile - to comfort her, but she stood from where she had knelt,
heading around to the back of the huge home. He rose as well, chasing after her, her pace considerably fast for all the
weight of the clothes she had been wearing. "Elizabeth, wait!" he exclaimed, catching hold of her wrist, and she spun
around to stare him in the face, huge tears of misery pouring down her cheeks. "Will, please let me go..." she whispered,
trying to pull her wrist from his grasp, and he released her immediately, not realizing how tightly he had been holding
her. "Elizabeth, I'm so sorry, can you ever forgive me? I never meant to hurt you..." He murmured softly against her hand,
raising her wrist to his lips, kissing it softly. She yanked her hand from his grasp and turned her back to him. "The
question is not can I forgive you, Will... the question is will you ever forgive me...?"
He looked at her, puzzled, entranced by the way her hair hung down her neck and fell over her shoulder, and he
walked around her, taking her shoulders into his hand, and staring deep into the eyes of the girl, the woman he loved
so much. "Elizabeth, please... tell me what is going on..." He pleaded with her, and she burst into a fresh round of tears,
and sank into his arms, hugging herself as she was hugged by him, and cried into his shirt. He could only try to quiet her
sobs - he knew neither the problem, nor its solution, and could only hold her close as she wept.
"I can't marry you, William..." she stated, surprisingly matter-of-factly for just a moment ago being controlled
by her emotions. She raised her head and backed out of his arms, trying not to focus too much on him, trying to look away
as much as she could as she held in the rest of her tears.
~*.:.*~ And if I break,
don't get me wrong...
make no mistake, it's just a song,
and how I'd like to be,
all is done, and I'm just me... ~*.:.*~
"Lizzie, what on earth are you talking about, of course you can marry me... I'd have it no oth-" "No, Will. I
cannot marry you." She spat out bitterly, looking out over the sprawling lawns as she dabbed at her eyes carefully. He
watched her incredulously, his mouth half-open in an oncoming gasp, his almost black eyes swimming with bewilderment.
"I've been thinking about this for quite some time, I... I simply can't, Will... everyone in Port Royal knows about the
Commodore's proposal... And since my father found out I had chosen you over James, I... he simply hasn't been the same to
me... it's as if he were disappointed..." She inhaled shakily, and looked down to her hands.
"Elizabeth, we've discussed that, you said it didn't matter what he thought..." "Well, it matters now, William!"
She snapped, looking up at him with a combination of misery and anger flashing in her once kind eyes, and he took a step
back in disbelief, shaking his head. "No... no, no, no... Elizabeth, please, don't do this to me... I love you... I've
always loved you, I-"
"Will... just stop... don't make this harder on us..." she spoke quietly, her voice shaking with impending sobs,
and he could only let his own tears fall freely. "Please... just go home...." She turned her head upwards to his, imploring
him with her eyes to not ask questions, and to leave her. He understood her reasons on the inside, she never had to say them
out loud. He leaned forward, and kissed away the last tear from her cheek. "Good day, Miss Swann..." he whispered, his voice
cracking as he pulled away quickly, his cloak flapping in the wind as he walked around the house and towards town.
As soon as he was out of sight, Elizabeth sank to the ground, burying her face in her hands, and she wept.
~*.:.*~ I let myself drown...
by pulling our dreams down...
still you stood by me...
You were so much stronger than I was... ~*.:.*~
Afterwards, Will didn't remember how he spent the two weeks between her decision to leave him and her and the
Commodore's wedding. Many said he spent every night in The Widow's Despair, feeling not too much unlike a widower himself,
and no one asked him questions as to why he would return at daybreak to the blacksmith's shop. The only day he could
be find at neither was the day he would have been marying Lizzie, rather than Norrington. As he dressed for the occasion,
pulling on the finest garments he could muster, he bitterly thought to himself, 'It's as though I never existed in these
wedding plans...'
The small roads of Port Royal had never been so busy, carriages going to and fro, all eventually to end their journey
at or near the Governor's Mansion, and he walked briskly, his head held high, for once his eyes not glazed over from rum.
The whole neighborhood smelled of flowers, for it was spring, and hundreds of the most beautiful tropical flowers had been
planted around the house, but as he laid eyes on her, dressed in the cleanest shade of white he'd ever seen, he knew not
one flower in the whole of the world compared with Elizabeth's beauty, and he could have wept at the sight of her.
He tortured himself, standing at the back of the crowd the entire time, never saying a word. Not even when offered
his chance to speak his peace, he wouldn't ruin her day. As much as he wanted to hate her, as much as a part of him did hate
her, he couldn't do it.
Elizabeth scanned the crowd, only half-listening to her vows, praying that Will was there. She had been a miserable
lump the entire time since she had broken it off with him, and Commodore knew not how to handle this situation. Jokingly, he
had told Gilette the evening prior, "I've seen the end of some of the most notorious pirates at my hands, and I cannot
cheer my fiance."
Squinting to see the crowd through the blaring sun, she thought she spotted the gray hat he had loved so much - he
would joke about how he cared for nothing in the world but her, and his hat, his swords and the sea, and she had always
laughed at the rhythmic way he said it - moving through the crowd, but as soon as quickly as she had tried to focus on it,
it was gone, and she was alone again, even in the midst of the hundreds of people buzzing in her presence.
~*.:.*~ And if I break,
don't get me wrong...
make no mistake, it's just a song,
and how I'd like to be,
all is done, and I'm just me... ~*.:.*~
"I do..."
The words she uttered, although he could barely hear them from where he stood, pierced his heart, and as soon as
they escaped from her lips, he literally felt pain in his chest. Practically buckling over, he had to leave, before he
ruined her happy moment, because one more second of standing before her, unable to touch her, to kiss her, it was killing
him from the inside. Knowing he would never have her again was killing him.
He stumbled through the crowd, holding his stomach as if he were going to be sick, and dashed home as quickly as
he could. His mother had told him once before she died that Turner men never cried. William assumed he was the bastard child
of a traveling messenger, for the tears poured freely as he stared at the wall of the blacksmith's shop, numb, like a hand
held in ice water too long.
After the sun fell from it's dutiful spot in the sky, he returned to the pub, to drink away his troubles. The last
thing he wanted to think about was where Elizabeth was at the moment, and with whom, and doing what, and although he had
never liked rum, he began to understand the deep appreciation Jack had for it. A mind-deadening drink, and he had planned
on drinking his fair share of it that evening - until Jack Sparrow himself strolled into the pub, looking like a
half-suffocated fish happy to be back in his pond. It took hardly any time for Jack to spot Will, for him to notice
something was wrong, but for once Jack decided not to be a nosy bugger, and he sat down at Will's small table in the
darkest reccesses of the pub and waited for Will to break the silence. Break the silence he did, with a heartwrenching sob,
and the loudest crack in the pub as his fist hit the table.
"Oh, I'd love to hate her right now..." he whispered, choking back a sob as he tried to compose himself. "Maybe I
wos wrong when I told you tha' you need a girl, lad..." Will shot Jack a look of heartbroken disgust, causing Jack to
shrink back in his chair. "My deepest apologies, mate, we'll get you good and drunk, and then we'll talk, eh?" Will didn't
look up from the spot he had fixated his eyes upon. "Well, I'll be takin' that as a yes."
After a long night of shoving away the ever-persistant strumpets that decided to bother them, on that of all nights,
and many, many mugs of the finest rum that they could buy with the money they had, Will did indeed spill his story, every
detail as he made Jack a bed of straw in the corner of the smithy. The two of them stumbled about, both drunk and feeling
sorry for themselves.
"Mate, wot say you to joinin' me on the Pearl again...? Could use your company, you know, ever since Cotton kicked
tha' ole bucket, we've been short a hand... You should get away from this town anyway... Seeing her every day around town
won't ever do you any good..." Jack stared at Will, silent, his black-as-night eyes piercing the darkness as he watched
Will try to situate himself in the moonlight.
"Aye... perhaps I will... couldn't hurt as much as staying here..." he mumbled to himself, turning over in his bed
of straw.
By dawn, the two men had left Port Royal, and were sailing to only God knows where, leaving all to wonder about the
disappearance of the too-somber man who had vommited in the flowerbed at Commodore and Mrs. Norrington's wedding,
~*.:.*~ And when my smile is not my eyes,
then I'm a child who tries to hide
behind his best defense,
my last disguise, my oldest friend... ~*.:.*~
The rest was history amongst them... it had been just over a year since he had left Port Royal for good, and as he
sat in his dark cabin, alone, he thought about the news he had recieved before they had left that god-forsaken port, the one
he always came back to, that morning.
Elizabeth, as happy as she could ever be, was expecting her first child with her husband, who was as doting and
adoring as he had been to her since the moment she had agreed to marry the aforementioned Commodore.
Wiping his face roughly with the back of sleeve, staring into the empty canteen he held in his hand, he wondered
what it was he couldn't give her, that made her change her mind. His heart was dead to the core, and as he thought about
it, he figured, like the Black Pearl to Jack, that his rum would never forsake him.
~*.:.*~ What do I give you...?
Moments of value...
nothing to offer...
yet... ~*.:.*~
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Hehe... I'm kind of wondering if this turned out the way I wanted it too... *thinks about it* YUP! And all of you Will/Orly
fangirls, don't worry. He'll be ok... I'm here to comfort him. ^_^ In all honesty, the more I watch the move, the less I
hate the fact that he and Elizabeth ended up together. She still really annoys me... but yeah. LoL. Anyyyywaay. R/R Please!
This is dedicated to my ex-boyfriend... without whom, I wouldn't have been inwardly depressed enough to write this story.
Now that I've written it, I feel awesome! WOO! It's like a release of pent-up anger. And people wonder why I like fan
fiction so much. Simple. I take a perfect world, shake it up a bit, kill a few people, break a few hearts, mend said broken
hearts, and then break them all over again, driving all aforementioned characters to the furthest brink of depression and
suicide before finally leaving them alone, and they will ALWAYS fear the wrath of Heavily, because I am evil. Muahahahaha.
Its fun making people, even fictional ones, have life-long issues that are psychiatrist worthy. So yes. Thank you Josh.
*hats off*
Review, people!
broken up with my boyfriend, and have been listening to all sorts of depressed music and such over the past few days,
I decided that taking a break from the continual plotline of NotB and writing a short song-fic (what I do best, I'd like
to think) would help to cure my writers block. We'll see. This is to a song from around 1997, 1998, I believe, and it's
by an Irish group called "The Wilde Oscars". The song is called Moments of Value, and this song-fic goes along with the
NotB plot (How Eilzabeth ended up marrying the Commodore, rather than Will, who has been much happier since I brought him
to live in my basement. ^_^). Enjoy!
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~*.:.*~ What do I give you....
moments of value...
nothing to offer... yet...
you and I, we go
together well... ~*.:.*~
Nursing a canteen of rum, sitting in the darkness and the quiet of the small, cramped crew's quaters, Will stared
at the floor, not moving, hardly breathing. Hardly caring. At all.
Elizabeth was gone. No doubt was she happier, no doubt was she more well taken care of. The Commodore cared
deeply for her. He always had. Something Will had picked up in tid-bits of overhead conversation as he delivered various
parcels to the Governor's Mansion over the years. He'd always been a blacksmith's apprentice, Commodore had always been
a man of the law, loyal to the crown, and Elizabeth had always been Elizabeth. She was magnetic, all men around her melted.
It had been a joke between the two of them when they had a moment alone, how humorus it had been watching grown men
try and keep their composure around her, most times having to excuse themselves. Will and Elizabeth would laugh for hours
on end about everything... because everything was funny to them when they had been together.
He hoped she would have laughter in her life now that she had married James Norrington. Inwardly, he doubted she'd
laugh in his presence ever, at least a sincere laugh, at any rate.
~*.:.*~ And after the break-up...
the storm in a coffe cup...
thing are much better, and...
I will never let you down
again ~*.:.*~
They had been through with planning the wedding for at least a month before she had broken the news to him. They
were set to wed in a fortnight, and Elizabeth had grabbed his hand, trying to quiet her giggles and his laughter as she
pulled him outside, ducking behind the bushes as people bustled in and out of the house. She put a hand over his mouth,
biting her bottom lip, and he pulled her hand away and kissed her quickly, pulling back almost immediately. She looked
shocked at first, then sad, and it confused him initially, it had not been the first time they had stolen kisses in
private, and he had no idea why it offended her so. Until he heard her speak.
"William, we've got to talk..." she looked at him from where her gaze had rested on a nearby flowerbed, her coffee
colored eyes now full of tears, and he was shocked into silence. "Elizabeth, have I done something? Have I hurt you?" He
tried to pull her close, made an attempt - no matter how futile - to comfort her, but she stood from where she had knelt,
heading around to the back of the huge home. He rose as well, chasing after her, her pace considerably fast for all the
weight of the clothes she had been wearing. "Elizabeth, wait!" he exclaimed, catching hold of her wrist, and she spun
around to stare him in the face, huge tears of misery pouring down her cheeks. "Will, please let me go..." she whispered,
trying to pull her wrist from his grasp, and he released her immediately, not realizing how tightly he had been holding
her. "Elizabeth, I'm so sorry, can you ever forgive me? I never meant to hurt you..." He murmured softly against her hand,
raising her wrist to his lips, kissing it softly. She yanked her hand from his grasp and turned her back to him. "The
question is not can I forgive you, Will... the question is will you ever forgive me...?"
He looked at her, puzzled, entranced by the way her hair hung down her neck and fell over her shoulder, and he
walked around her, taking her shoulders into his hand, and staring deep into the eyes of the girl, the woman he loved
so much. "Elizabeth, please... tell me what is going on..." He pleaded with her, and she burst into a fresh round of tears,
and sank into his arms, hugging herself as she was hugged by him, and cried into his shirt. He could only try to quiet her
sobs - he knew neither the problem, nor its solution, and could only hold her close as she wept.
"I can't marry you, William..." she stated, surprisingly matter-of-factly for just a moment ago being controlled
by her emotions. She raised her head and backed out of his arms, trying not to focus too much on him, trying to look away
as much as she could as she held in the rest of her tears.
~*.:.*~ And if I break,
don't get me wrong...
make no mistake, it's just a song,
and how I'd like to be,
all is done, and I'm just me... ~*.:.*~
"Lizzie, what on earth are you talking about, of course you can marry me... I'd have it no oth-" "No, Will. I
cannot marry you." She spat out bitterly, looking out over the sprawling lawns as she dabbed at her eyes carefully. He
watched her incredulously, his mouth half-open in an oncoming gasp, his almost black eyes swimming with bewilderment.
"I've been thinking about this for quite some time, I... I simply can't, Will... everyone in Port Royal knows about the
Commodore's proposal... And since my father found out I had chosen you over James, I... he simply hasn't been the same to
me... it's as if he were disappointed..." She inhaled shakily, and looked down to her hands.
"Elizabeth, we've discussed that, you said it didn't matter what he thought..." "Well, it matters now, William!"
She snapped, looking up at him with a combination of misery and anger flashing in her once kind eyes, and he took a step
back in disbelief, shaking his head. "No... no, no, no... Elizabeth, please, don't do this to me... I love you... I've
always loved you, I-"
"Will... just stop... don't make this harder on us..." she spoke quietly, her voice shaking with impending sobs,
and he could only let his own tears fall freely. "Please... just go home...." She turned her head upwards to his, imploring
him with her eyes to not ask questions, and to leave her. He understood her reasons on the inside, she never had to say them
out loud. He leaned forward, and kissed away the last tear from her cheek. "Good day, Miss Swann..." he whispered, his voice
cracking as he pulled away quickly, his cloak flapping in the wind as he walked around the house and towards town.
As soon as he was out of sight, Elizabeth sank to the ground, burying her face in her hands, and she wept.
~*.:.*~ I let myself drown...
by pulling our dreams down...
still you stood by me...
You were so much stronger than I was... ~*.:.*~
Afterwards, Will didn't remember how he spent the two weeks between her decision to leave him and her and the
Commodore's wedding. Many said he spent every night in The Widow's Despair, feeling not too much unlike a widower himself,
and no one asked him questions as to why he would return at daybreak to the blacksmith's shop. The only day he could
be find at neither was the day he would have been marying Lizzie, rather than Norrington. As he dressed for the occasion,
pulling on the finest garments he could muster, he bitterly thought to himself, 'It's as though I never existed in these
wedding plans...'
The small roads of Port Royal had never been so busy, carriages going to and fro, all eventually to end their journey
at or near the Governor's Mansion, and he walked briskly, his head held high, for once his eyes not glazed over from rum.
The whole neighborhood smelled of flowers, for it was spring, and hundreds of the most beautiful tropical flowers had been
planted around the house, but as he laid eyes on her, dressed in the cleanest shade of white he'd ever seen, he knew not
one flower in the whole of the world compared with Elizabeth's beauty, and he could have wept at the sight of her.
He tortured himself, standing at the back of the crowd the entire time, never saying a word. Not even when offered
his chance to speak his peace, he wouldn't ruin her day. As much as he wanted to hate her, as much as a part of him did hate
her, he couldn't do it.
Elizabeth scanned the crowd, only half-listening to her vows, praying that Will was there. She had been a miserable
lump the entire time since she had broken it off with him, and Commodore knew not how to handle this situation. Jokingly, he
had told Gilette the evening prior, "I've seen the end of some of the most notorious pirates at my hands, and I cannot
cheer my fiance."
Squinting to see the crowd through the blaring sun, she thought she spotted the gray hat he had loved so much - he
would joke about how he cared for nothing in the world but her, and his hat, his swords and the sea, and she had always
laughed at the rhythmic way he said it - moving through the crowd, but as soon as quickly as she had tried to focus on it,
it was gone, and she was alone again, even in the midst of the hundreds of people buzzing in her presence.
~*.:.*~ And if I break,
don't get me wrong...
make no mistake, it's just a song,
and how I'd like to be,
all is done, and I'm just me... ~*.:.*~
"I do..."
The words she uttered, although he could barely hear them from where he stood, pierced his heart, and as soon as
they escaped from her lips, he literally felt pain in his chest. Practically buckling over, he had to leave, before he
ruined her happy moment, because one more second of standing before her, unable to touch her, to kiss her, it was killing
him from the inside. Knowing he would never have her again was killing him.
He stumbled through the crowd, holding his stomach as if he were going to be sick, and dashed home as quickly as
he could. His mother had told him once before she died that Turner men never cried. William assumed he was the bastard child
of a traveling messenger, for the tears poured freely as he stared at the wall of the blacksmith's shop, numb, like a hand
held in ice water too long.
After the sun fell from it's dutiful spot in the sky, he returned to the pub, to drink away his troubles. The last
thing he wanted to think about was where Elizabeth was at the moment, and with whom, and doing what, and although he had
never liked rum, he began to understand the deep appreciation Jack had for it. A mind-deadening drink, and he had planned
on drinking his fair share of it that evening - until Jack Sparrow himself strolled into the pub, looking like a
half-suffocated fish happy to be back in his pond. It took hardly any time for Jack to spot Will, for him to notice
something was wrong, but for once Jack decided not to be a nosy bugger, and he sat down at Will's small table in the
darkest reccesses of the pub and waited for Will to break the silence. Break the silence he did, with a heartwrenching sob,
and the loudest crack in the pub as his fist hit the table.
"Oh, I'd love to hate her right now..." he whispered, choking back a sob as he tried to compose himself. "Maybe I
wos wrong when I told you tha' you need a girl, lad..." Will shot Jack a look of heartbroken disgust, causing Jack to
shrink back in his chair. "My deepest apologies, mate, we'll get you good and drunk, and then we'll talk, eh?" Will didn't
look up from the spot he had fixated his eyes upon. "Well, I'll be takin' that as a yes."
After a long night of shoving away the ever-persistant strumpets that decided to bother them, on that of all nights,
and many, many mugs of the finest rum that they could buy with the money they had, Will did indeed spill his story, every
detail as he made Jack a bed of straw in the corner of the smithy. The two of them stumbled about, both drunk and feeling
sorry for themselves.
"Mate, wot say you to joinin' me on the Pearl again...? Could use your company, you know, ever since Cotton kicked
tha' ole bucket, we've been short a hand... You should get away from this town anyway... Seeing her every day around town
won't ever do you any good..." Jack stared at Will, silent, his black-as-night eyes piercing the darkness as he watched
Will try to situate himself in the moonlight.
"Aye... perhaps I will... couldn't hurt as much as staying here..." he mumbled to himself, turning over in his bed
of straw.
By dawn, the two men had left Port Royal, and were sailing to only God knows where, leaving all to wonder about the
disappearance of the too-somber man who had vommited in the flowerbed at Commodore and Mrs. Norrington's wedding,
~*.:.*~ And when my smile is not my eyes,
then I'm a child who tries to hide
behind his best defense,
my last disguise, my oldest friend... ~*.:.*~
The rest was history amongst them... it had been just over a year since he had left Port Royal for good, and as he
sat in his dark cabin, alone, he thought about the news he had recieved before they had left that god-forsaken port, the one
he always came back to, that morning.
Elizabeth, as happy as she could ever be, was expecting her first child with her husband, who was as doting and
adoring as he had been to her since the moment she had agreed to marry the aforementioned Commodore.
Wiping his face roughly with the back of sleeve, staring into the empty canteen he held in his hand, he wondered
what it was he couldn't give her, that made her change her mind. His heart was dead to the core, and as he thought about
it, he figured, like the Black Pearl to Jack, that his rum would never forsake him.
~*.:.*~ What do I give you...?
Moments of value...
nothing to offer...
yet... ~*.:.*~
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Hehe... I'm kind of wondering if this turned out the way I wanted it too... *thinks about it* YUP! And all of you Will/Orly
fangirls, don't worry. He'll be ok... I'm here to comfort him. ^_^ In all honesty, the more I watch the move, the less I
hate the fact that he and Elizabeth ended up together. She still really annoys me... but yeah. LoL. Anyyyywaay. R/R Please!
This is dedicated to my ex-boyfriend... without whom, I wouldn't have been inwardly depressed enough to write this story.
Now that I've written it, I feel awesome! WOO! It's like a release of pent-up anger. And people wonder why I like fan
fiction so much. Simple. I take a perfect world, shake it up a bit, kill a few people, break a few hearts, mend said broken
hearts, and then break them all over again, driving all aforementioned characters to the furthest brink of depression and
suicide before finally leaving them alone, and they will ALWAYS fear the wrath of Heavily, because I am evil. Muahahahaha.
Its fun making people, even fictional ones, have life-long issues that are psychiatrist worthy. So yes. Thank you Josh.
*hats off*
Review, people!