Okay, this just cane to me, so I wrote it!
I'm still on hiatus. Sorry. Please be patient with me.
It's written as a monologue from Freddie when he just woke up.
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I do not own iCarly.
I awaken all too aware of what is to come today, for it has come every day for some time now. I dream similar dreams that I have every night. Dreams that to some would be a peaceful respite from their daily routine, but not to me.
My dreams in the time are glorious fantasies in their time. When I awaken however, they turn to wretched nightmares. In reality they are flights of fancy all to out of reach. I dream of a love, but one that will never be.
In my dream she is mine and mine alone. When the sun rises reality becomes clear. I am forced to bury my feelings, and to see her in the arms of another man. One far less deserving than I. Or perhaps more deserving, for she has chosen so many over me before, I may not be deserving of anyone. No one else matters anyway, only her. What cruel twist of fate has bestowed upon me the curse of unrequited love?
Once hate and fear was what filled me when I laid eyes upon her, but now all I feel is love and longing. My feelings turned so quickly it was as King Midas could turn shit to gold.
So I silently watch as my feelings fester within my heart, slowly rotting me from the inside out. I know that the only person that could stop this torture will never see me in the light I so desperately need.
The warmth of her smile and laugh, occasionally misdirected at me for mere moments at a time, is the only thing that has kept me from perishing. Like a pest I survive solely on scraps. The small scraps of compassion are captured as quickly as possible, and stored away for those all to often days when they are necessary to pull myself out of bed in hopes of the opportunity to find another in order to sustain mt desperate existence.
And like a pest, I see in her eyes her disgust for me. I feel in both her words and blows the hatred she harbors, though I find the insults more painful than any physical pain I have ever suffered before.
I am withering away to a mere husk of myself. Slowly burning from the inside out. My heart burns for her, but I swallow the flames. In doing so I have set my innards a blaze. But no one will ever know, especially not her. She would care anyway. Not even enough to shed a single tear. Not a sole will know of my pain until there is nothing left of me, and then it will be too late.
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