Forgetting

Written by RyuJoobachi

Disclaimer: I do not own Faust or Eliza. I wrote this story merely for my own amusement and am getting no money for this.

Story:

"Eliza..." I whispered solemnly as I held the skull of my dearest. Ever so carefully I traced over the features, my fingers stopping at the bullet hole. I bit my lip.

I clearly remembered that night. Opening the door to find her, laying in a pool of her own blood, brains oozing from her forehead. I was terrified. I had tried desperately to save her, praying that it would all work out in the end. Naturally, it hadn't.

Honestly, I think it was all some huge cosmic joke. The odds were against us from the begging. She was born to die. As we all are. I just cannot understand why it had all played out this way.

I had spent my whole life dedicated to saving her. Since boyhood. And now, I was continuing that research. My enemy was the same, death. But now, now death has already won, and I know it. Problem is, I can't accept it. No, I won't allow myself to accept it.

You muast understand, I'm a very stubborn man. But sometimes, and I hate to admit it to myself. Sometimes I don't think I can do it. I find myself, not studying, not sleeping, not even reading. I don't intend to do it, it just happens. I find myself doing this. Sitting in my bed, wondering when Eliza will join me. Then I'll remember, she's dead.

Dead.

That word always has the same effect on me. It makes me cry. It makes me angry. And I end up thinking thoughts like this. Thinking that I can't do it. That I'm not up to it. And what scares me the most, is that I know it's true.

I think what I fear more than losing her, is forgetting her.

Ende

Eh... sorry sweatdrop The OOC was completely unintentional, I swear. What, do you people think I run around trying to annoy you with my sucky writing?

Okay, well, maybe a little. But, whatever. I hope a small part of you enjoyed this and is willing to review it. Oh, and I do suggest you review, ya know, for your own good and all. evil smirk appears as readers are able to see Ren holding his kwan-dao-thing to there throats. Ahhh... the joys of holding power over men. sees readers glaring accusingly at her. Okay, okay. So my only power over men would be my extremely effective shock collars, but, hey, power to the people. And I am the people. Well Tschüs, I'm off!