"OMGBBQ! We are officially apart of FF!"
"Not apart, dear...that denotes separation."
"Then what would you say, dear Reason."
"Let the invasion commence..."
"...ok...read, humans! And then REVIEW! Even if it's to say "I hate you"!"
"If its to say "hate you!" the rabid plot bunnies and giraffes will be angry. And you won't like them when they're angry."
"Yeah! They're RABID!"
"I said that...Random, do at least TRY to be intellectual so the population doesn't think were fluffy headed nutters...anyway, enjoy this YJ collab... if you squint and tilt your head just so.. its a Spitfire."
Just Tears
She sat in the sand. It was still warm from the sun which was now saying good-bye as the crescent frown of the moon came up. She sat with her legs pulled up against her chest, her eyes not closed but cast down. Next to her was a boy, lying in the sand, usual bright green eyes where unnaturally dim. He had found out too soon. Not only too soon, but straight from the horse himself. They had all found out.
It was her ending. She was just a child playing pretend in a fairytale. She knew it would all end. Cruelly and without warning. And it did.
"Is this the end?" she asked without looking at him.
He shrugged, she didn't see. Slowly he stood up.
Her eyes, black and soulful, watched him walk away.
She didn't stop him.
She didn't blame him.
She just wanted him to stay.
She just wanted him to say something.
But he didn't.
He just walked away.
She looked out to the sea, her expression, sick. Her eyes, sad.
She watched the waves, envious. They were so calm. So unaffected by the emotional turmoil that boiled around them. So warm and inviting to everyone to the rest of the world.
But she was cold.
She was an iceberg. She wanted-everyday-to be like the water. But it wasn't possible. It could never be done. Instead she was the storm that upset the sea; she was the iceberg that sank the Titanic. It was all her fault her friends were hurting.
Her friends.
Hurting.
Because of her.
A small drop of moisture started to slide down her cheek.
All. Her. Fault.
She had never cried before. Never. Crying meant weakness. Weakness meant vulnerability. Vulnerability meant that the world would strike, hard.
But it already had. Through him. But he was not there. He had been detained. Placed in an asylum. Thrown into the chopper. Out of her life. But was he out of her soul and mind?
Half of his genes were hers. Her blonde hair reminded her every single day. She didn't mind that so much. She couldn't choose her parents. But was his voice, his teachings, his mercilessness, his cruelty, could all those things be forced out of her?
No.
He was a part of her.
Always.
No matter how many people she saved, how many friends she had, how many things she did right. He was always there, reminding her of her past.
The past that had finally caught up to her.
Destroyed everyone she loved.
To love is to destroy.
A lesson she kept learning.
An ideal she kept denying.
The tears started to fall faster now. Just tears. No sobs escaped her lips. No ragged breathing. Just tears. They never meant anything.
All they ever were were tears.
Just tears.