He was weak. Craving – no – needing the freedom. Needing realease. Realease from life. Misery. Pain.
Love. He despised l o v e. Wanted to shattered it's free spirit altogether. He was called bitter, decietful. He, himself, was despised for hating on emotion. Idiots. He'd think. He was powerful, superior against them.
He was out-played. Days into months, and months into years, he remained emotionless. When red grass rose out, succumbing her, deconstructing her, he realized something the dancing blades took from him. His love. His true love.
He was sly. He had women begging him to even spare one small, pitful glance. Who needed her? Him of course. He wasstubborn. He refused to believe in love. He was childish.
He craved, needed, despised, begged, succumbed for… love. For her.
He was weak. He was despised. He was bitter. He was decietful. He was powerful. He was out-played. He was sly. He was stubborn. He was childish. He was-
"Dead," She declared, voice hoarse with raw emotion. He was… dead. Her love was dead. Her love was in a better place. Her love was floating in the sky. Her love was with her.
Her love was with her.
They were written in the stars, t o g e t h e r.
They lived without their gold freedom. They escaped happy with their golden freedom. Their gold relished by the angels of the night. Their freedom shared amongest themselves. Their love forbidden. Unknown. Unwanted. Untitled.
They were outcasts of a place many refer to as, Earth, their home.
Wasn't home suppose to be nice? A place to relax and enjoy in? Earth is nothing like that. Earth wasn't soothing. Earth was scary; a simple way to describe the planet that even a toddler could understand. Earth… didn't feel like home. So what did?
They took their gold freedom and flew towards the sky. They have no more fear. No more responsibility. No more family. No more power.
"I miss them, " He told her. She shrugged.
"But you have me, right?"
They did have each other. But it wasn't enough. He realized he actually did have a heart, a 'soft spot', as we put it. His family. His l o v e wasn't enough. He craved m o r e. He craved power.
"You're not enough, I deserve more." He says. She cries a lake of silver droplets, covering their golden freedom. He was ruthless, cruel.
They wasted their golden opportunity. Their golden freedom.
They were weak, despised, bitter, decietful, powerful, out-played, sly, stubborn and childish.
No, I'm not copying Sanity Optional's story, which she deleted, in fact, I am Sanity Optional. This is my second account, and I'll be posting stories from this accounts sometimes if I feel like the story isn't quite important. Like I've deleted some of my stories which others quite enjoyed, so I will re-upload some up. Even if I do go on hiatus, expect stories from 'Sora Optional' to lurk among stories by better authors. :) If you like Hikari, expect her on the Vocaloid archive. This is basically an AU of Irina and Vikram. If Isabel didn't interfere with them. I guess. o.o - Sanity Optional