Haha, my second angsty fanfic. (:

Well, emo school day equals to no interest in lesson which equals to me writing an emo fic in class. Tah-dah.

Oh, random fact: I'm having a rather, INTERESTING MSN conversation with Ccw and EncantadorTirano now... How interesting? Well, go ask them yourselves. (:

For now, read, review, and enjoy! (Even though Absol Master already said it was scary.)


He held her there, arms intertwined as they embraced on the shore of Florina Beach, waves lapping gently at their feet; it was the way we would have been, if it were me there in her place.

Love, that was all an illusion, so superficial. That voice that once expressed his love to me now spilt nothing but sweet words to another. How carelessly those three words of confession could be mentioned, I just realized. Anyone could just utter them at any point without ever meaning them.

I thought love was everything; time was non-existent with love present and nothing could go wrong. Then she appeared, taking him away and pronouncing my love and faith as meaningless. People called me stupid during my wait, I laugh, reflecting on everything. Now I agree.

(A loving heart broken, never healed by time.)

I stood there, the setting sun shining its warm rays down onto my hair as I gazed at them from behind the palm tree. My eyes betrayed my smile; I smiled fixedly as I stared at the unfamiliar stranger that had once been a crucial part of my life.

I had waited, more than a year for his return from his third job advancement in Ossyria. He had promised, a promise I clung onto dearly, and a promise that he forgot just that easily. He did return, but only with the intention of dashing my hopes, tossing me aside like a wave tossing on that very shore; every wave was a reminiscence of my memories: a bittersweet kaleidoscope.

Hate, now that was something real. It was so powerful in its own aspect, an emotion that could exist on its own without a human mind to think it up. It was like a ghost, floating freely from place to place, like a little devil perched on my shoulder, whispering hints of resentment into my ears, hints that actually made sense.

I hated him for everything, every loving me, every making that promise with me, hated him for all the pain I bore upon his return. In his heart, there would only be her now; I had no place any longer, and no longer would.

(A heart fueled by hate, broken by hope.)

Wasn't he the one who said I was his one and only?

It's not him anymore; someone has taken over his mind.

The voice spoke to me again, the voice that told me what to do.

I stood there, taking in the sight. Oh, it disgusted me. I hated it, hated his replacement; I was determined to get him back. Everything was perfect; I'd planned it brilliantly.

I fingered the smooth blade in my pocket, my fingers lingering teasingly at the edge; I'd sharpened it only today. Perfect irony isn't it: he'd given me this dagger a year ago, before he left. Smiling pleasantly, I began to walk towards them; a rush of mad ecstasy enveloped me.

Yes, he'll be mine, forever.

(The glass was finally broken; oh, what a joy it held.)