Dedicated to my sister; because it hurts so much when we fight.
Dedicated to my beta: because you are truly amazing.
Dedicated to all my reviewers for all my stories: because I couldn't work without your constant support and love.
Thank you.
Disclaimer: I always forget these. I own nothing of the wonderful Pierce.
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Beka sat on her bed.
It was cold. It was dark.
She was lonely.
She took a deep breath and finally said it to herself.
"I love Rosto the Piper."
"I love Rosto the Piper."
"I love Rosto the Piper."
She whispered it three times.
It felt so right.
It felt so wrong.
It was like a treat given to a child who deserved it naught.
Like the copper that was found on the street; dropped by the unsuspecting noble.
She felt intoxicated and angry.
Angry that she could not breathe around him.
Intoxicated by his image.
Frustrated that she hated him.
She whispered it again. It was a wonder. It was a curse.
She shivered; it had nothing to do with the cold.
She was hugging herself; though there was no wind.
She felt her cot fall and give way to a world of sleep. A world of clouds and feelings bright as the sun. She felt her heart open wings like her pigeons and soar towards the blue skies.
She felt free and caged all at the same time.
Caught between wishing for hatred; and wishing for love. She shook her head and saw his face afore her.
There was undeniable friction.
There were undeniable forces at work to push them together.
She hated that word; undeniable. She liked the right to deny as she pleased.
Five words that held immortal power.
Five words un-crushed by years of torment.
Five words that went against everything she had always believed.
Five words that truer could naught be.
I Love Rosto the Piper.
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I found the rough copy to this written a while ago, I decided to finish it and post it. Hope you enjoyed.
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xxTunstall Chickxx
12/12/08
P.S. I have my school concert tonight. Wish me luck!!