Proudly written by Lunartigergurl's fingers. They hope you enjoy it.
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He's gone.
Angels aren't supposed to die but he did.
Does that say something about him? Was he as innocent as he made out to be?
Oh of course he was. His death was an accident. It was a mistake. He's not supposed to be dead.
He didn't die then. No. He simply returned from whence he came. He was always my angel but I guess that wasn't enough. He was needed and so he left.
He was always like that. If you needed him he would go to you. He would help you. Just as an angel should.
He left his belongings here.
He must be returning soon then. He'll need them. He left everything.
Even me.
But then maybe I'm not going where he's gone to.
That's his place. Where's mine?
Down below.
There's no other explanation for it.
Maybe he wanted me to go with. Yes. He asked me to. I remember it clearly. He begged me to hold him. He begged me to never let go, to never forget.
How could I forget?
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…I let go of him.
I forgot.
I don't remember how it happened. What did happen?
It was my fault. I know that.
He wasn't supposed to go. But he did. He was needed.
I need him.
He's not here now.
He has more important things to do I suppose. Someone like him is sought after. It's understandable. Why would he come to me?
He left me…
So why would he return?
You're right. He isn't going to come back. I had my chance and now it's gone.
I thought…
No. I was wrong.
I'm always wrong.
He's gone because I was wrong.
He needed me.
I let him down.
I remember now.
I remember what happened.
…I killed him.
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I was sitting by my computer and my fingers just typed this. I read it when it was done and thought it was good enough to post. So yeah…
It has no point and means nothing. Maybe one day I'll use it but for now its just here to look good and hold my account. Is it working…?
You know, my all-time favorite type of story would have to be one of complete pain. The type that makes me gasp when I read a certain line, or the type that makes me bite my lip to keep from gasping. But I haven't been able to come across many of those.
So if you're a writer that has the ability to write such a story then please do so. If not for my sake then for… well for my sake! And I'm being serious here. I really need a story that will make my heart rate speed up with anticipation. That's why I asked Sirfartalot to write that Internal Suffering story. But it didn't exactly have the effect I thought it would.
Please… post that story…
Oh jeez. Before someone bites my head off:
I DO NOT – I REPEAT, I DO NOT OWN BEYBLADE OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS ASSOCIATED WITH THE FANTASTIC SHOW OF BEYBLADE.
Lunartigergurl: Are you happy now?
Sirfartalot: Hey! You don't exactly have money to pay the price of being sued, okay? I was helping you…
Lunartigergurl: Then thanks I guess. Oh! How did your date go last night?
Sirfartalot: blushes It went fine, thanks for asking.
Lunartigergurl: That's it? No juicy details? What about after the date?
Sirfartalot: Duh! I came here!
Lunartigergurl: What a klutz! You're supposed to take him to your house. Everyone knows that! Right? looks at readers pointedly Come on. Tell him everyone! Ahem: YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TAKE HIM TO YOUR HOUSE! See?
Sirfartalot: Hey he was nice enough but he's too clingy. I need my breathing space. He didn't give me any! …I don't think he gets much sex…
Lunartigergurl: Hey! If you want to talk about that then head over to Adult FF.N. This zone is PG!
Sirfartalot: Sorry but I says it how I sees it.
Lunartigergurl: Your English is impeccable!
Sirfartalot: Why, thank you.
Lunartigergurl: Oh brother…