Maybe I couldn't help it.
I fellfellfell and i dragged You
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, together with me, but was it really my fault?
You hatehatehate me and i don't blame You for it. How could You not, when i've hurt You so much?
Maybe I couldn't help it.
i love You, but You'll never know that. Wanting You is ohsoverywrong because i can nevernever have you and can nevernevernever deserve You.
(But since when is that true, and since when did I care?)
Yet when i look at You, I still can't help but wishdreamhope that someday, someday...
Maybe I couldn't help it.
You don't know how hard it is; I was raised differently from you. My values are different from yours. I turned my back on everything I evereverever knew, for You.
(... yes, It was for Her, but now I do it for You and Him, too.)
I gave up so much, risked so much, that maybe, just maybe, it's just a little bit ridiculous that you hate me for it. What else can You want from me?
Maybe I couldn't help it.
It's in my blood. It's in my upbringing. How could anyone have ever expected anything different from me?
Yet that is precisely what they got when I fell for you. It was the least likely thing in the world, but you always have had something otherworldly about you. Perhaps that's why you've never been comfortable in this place. After all, no one of this world could have done the things you have. You have this sly, nearly imperceptible (But it's there), irresistible charm that no one from here could hope to stand against, given enough time with you.
How else were you able to take Me, to make Me into something i never was?
Maybe I couldn't help it.
i hurt You, and for that sin my new self, my new world will never forgive me. That sin you will neverever forget. (i will never be free of Me)
i love You, and for that sin my former self, former world will never forgive me. That sin I will neverever forget. (And i will never be free of You)
Maybe I couldn't help it.
Because maybe it was Me that was destroyed by you.
A/N: The order of the speakers, who change at every line break, is Arthur, Ian, Arthur, Ian, both, both.
Freeverse isn't really my style, but I think it fits this fic. How'd my attempt at writing it go?
Quote of the Day: "Never forget that a saint is a sinner who keeps on trying." - Nelson Mandela