Written December 13th, 2001.
Disclaimer: I don't own the fandom, just the idea.
He was my friend. All he ever seemed to want to do was to make other people happy. We understood each other perfectly and I didn't feel so alone. I hadn't let anyone get close to me since my wife had died, until he had entered my miserable life. He saw through my defenses and fought his way through, charging at my weakness, my humanity. "One cannot truly live without a friend." He had told me once, but now.He was that friend.
He was my brother. We got along and were both happily surprised that we had a lot in common. We both wear a mask, while mine was of a careless joker; his was of the innocent angel. We shared secrets and told stories of our pasts, we played and worked and really grew close. Before him I wouldn't let anyone close, not since the massacre. He was my family, he was my brother.
He was my lover. I don't know what I did to catch that angel and I never felt deserving of his love. While his body and mind and even his past were not pure, his feelings and desires were. He taught me how to feel again with his love. No matter what words were spoken or actions taken to push him away. It is because of him that I am alive. I trusted no one until his light shined down upon me, until his music calmed my soul. I will forever love him. He was my lover.
He was my son. The only heir to the family business. It had weighed him down his entire life and now that I think about it, it's my fault. He had no friends while growing up; he had no family either. He never let anyone get close to him. He was the youngest and the only boy with so many sisters. A gap of almost twenty years stood between him and my youngest daughter. He'd always say, "I'm nothing but a tool to you!" and he was right. But still.he was my son.
He was murdered. Killed in cold blood by an emotionless soldier who was unable to control the system. His beauty and kindness is forever gone from this world, leaving it dimmer and less welcoming. He fought for his family, to protect them because he cared for them more so than his life. But his spirit is dead and the fighter is slain. And I am the one that killed him.
Disclaimer: I don't own the fandom, just the idea.
He was my friend. All he ever seemed to want to do was to make other people happy. We understood each other perfectly and I didn't feel so alone. I hadn't let anyone get close to me since my wife had died, until he had entered my miserable life. He saw through my defenses and fought his way through, charging at my weakness, my humanity. "One cannot truly live without a friend." He had told me once, but now.He was that friend.
He was my brother. We got along and were both happily surprised that we had a lot in common. We both wear a mask, while mine was of a careless joker; his was of the innocent angel. We shared secrets and told stories of our pasts, we played and worked and really grew close. Before him I wouldn't let anyone close, not since the massacre. He was my family, he was my brother.
He was my lover. I don't know what I did to catch that angel and I never felt deserving of his love. While his body and mind and even his past were not pure, his feelings and desires were. He taught me how to feel again with his love. No matter what words were spoken or actions taken to push him away. It is because of him that I am alive. I trusted no one until his light shined down upon me, until his music calmed my soul. I will forever love him. He was my lover.
He was my son. The only heir to the family business. It had weighed him down his entire life and now that I think about it, it's my fault. He had no friends while growing up; he had no family either. He never let anyone get close to him. He was the youngest and the only boy with so many sisters. A gap of almost twenty years stood between him and my youngest daughter. He'd always say, "I'm nothing but a tool to you!" and he was right. But still.he was my son.
He was murdered. Killed in cold blood by an emotionless soldier who was unable to control the system. His beauty and kindness is forever gone from this world, leaving it dimmer and less welcoming. He fought for his family, to protect them because he cared for them more so than his life. But his spirit is dead and the fighter is slain. And I am the one that killed him.