A.N: My first fic is a depressing one. XD Just a warning, it gets a little shippy near the end.
Kudos to AquariaAO for being my inspiration. Seriously, go read her fanfics, they are BEAUTIFUL.
Enough of me, I hope you enjoy my fic. Drop in a review if you like, it really helps!
Am I supposed to laugh?
You know, sometimes I wonder if the gods above mock us and our unfortunate fates. After all that's happened, I wouldn't be surprised if they did.
Unfortunately for you, Camus, you're another one of their jokes.
When you died, I thought you were completely gone from my life. Just like that. You were just a frozen corpse on the cold stone floor of your own temple.
In less than an hour, you were gone.
And now, you're standing in front of me, in all of your icy glory, with the same graceful teal hair, the same emotionless eyes and the same cold façade.
But you're not on our side. You're not on my side.
I don't know what I should feel. Am I happy because you're here? Sad because you're not you anymore? Angry because you've betrayed us? Betrayed me?
The Fates are funny that way, often tangling the lives of people before cutting them off and tossing them away like trash. You had the unfortunate fate of being brought back to life against your will.
I don't blame you. But even though my mind knows it's not your fault, my heart keeps asking that same question over and over and over again. "Why? Why? Why me?"
You can't see, you can't speak, you can't even feel anything. But you can still hear, and you can probably hear the sound of stone crashing, the wind howling and the sound of despair as the Sanctuary crumbles.
…Can you hear me crying?
I remember when I first met you. You were quiet and still had the cold countenance you always keep, even now. Comparing that day to now, I ask myself: "What happened?"
What do you feel anyway, Camus? Under all those layers of ice and snow, do you feel anything? Sadness, remorse, guilt, anger, it doesn't really matter to me anymore.
Because in a few hours, the first rays of sunlight will peak over the horizon, and you'll disappear.
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Even with all of that, I'm sorry.
…I love you.