Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel. Never will either.
Summary: Alec feels like he's slipping. oneshot(Summary sucks. Hopefully the story's better)
A/N: This is my first ever fanfiction so bare with me.
Alec POV
Slipping
I can feel it all spinning and slipping. Reality, and what my heart wants, fighting each other. I can barely figure out which is which anymore. Nothing makes sense. I keep getting it all muddled. And when I'm trying to sort it out, they look at me as if they know. As if they know I'm slipping. But they don't know. They couldn't. I've hidden it too well for too long.
I'm not slipping like Ben. It's not like that and the saner part of me knows that. So I'm sure. I don't have the urge to kill. But I'm slipping all the same. It's my heart thats driving me mad, not my past. Not Manticore. It is Manticore's fault in a way. But the problem isn't Manticore. It's the symptom, not the disease. I know that.
When I said I always want what I can't have, I meant it. My heart wants her so badly and hers wants someone else. She knows though. I know she does. She's the only one that could. After all she's been through, with Ben and Zack and Logan. Feeling the pain and having that pain fight with what the heart wants so badly. Killing us inside. Love, something that is meant to be so good and pure, tearing us apart, making us slip and slide. Losing everything we thought we knew, nothing making sense. She's the only one that could know.
I'm slipping because I'm in love with someone who doesn't love me back. And she knows I'm slipping. The woman I love knows it.
Max knows it.
A/N: I know it's short but it sounded longer in my head. And a big thanks to Jess for helping me with my insanely bad grammar.
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