Author's notes: Fire Emblem and all related characters belong to Nintendo. If I owned Nintendo, I wouldn't be writing crappy stuff like this and posting it on this site.
Yes, I know it sucks. Go ahead and tell me. Or don't even bother; I won't really care either way. But you know what? I feel like shit right now, I'm listening to Lifehouse, and I had this in my mind. When I feel like shit, am listening to songs like this, and have an idea in my mind, I write it down. It's usually the only time I can complete something, and it's also the worst possible time to produce something worth reading. So forgive me for this waste of space--it's not that long anyway--but it's the only thing I'll be writing anytime soon.
___ ___ ___ ___
Now it's dark. I can't see the trees around me or the ground below me. I can't see you. But I can feel you here. Lying against me, long asleep by now. But I'm still awake, and I know I still will be when you wake up. I don't mind, though. I just lean against the stone behind me, tangling my fingers into your hair.
And somehow now, everything is right.
__ __ __
I remember the first time. The first time I held you. You were crying; upset because of me. You spoke to me in a way I hadn't been spoken to in a long time. I didn't know what to do. I ran. You followed me. You thought I had dismissed your feelings, but you wouldn't let go of me. I wanted to scream at you. Tell you to leave me alone; tell you not to get close to me.
Because I loved you.
But still you wouldn't let go. You clutched to my sleeves and pressed your head against my chest; you wouldn't stop crying. I wanted even more to push you away and run. But I didn't. You just wouldn't stop crying.
I didn't want you to cry.
But I didn't understand why. Why somebody like you, so used to getting the best of everything, would hold onto me so tightly. You were a prince and I was a man famous only for the number of bod left behind me.
But still...
...Still you wouldn't let go.
These thoughts made my eyes swell. I couldn't cry. But you wouldn't stop. I just wanted to stop that pain; stop your pain which would stop my own. And so I held you. I couldn't even control my arms as they wrapped so tightly around you. Your hold on me became an embrace. You didn't stop crying, but I knew you weren't hurting. Not anymore.
I didn't let go for a long time. Not until you had calmed down. But when I found that I didn't want to let go of you, even then...
...That's when I knew.
__ __ __
Even now I don't know. I don't know why you wouldn't let go. I don't know why you're still here with me. Through the nothingness of the night, I look down where I can't see you but I know you are. The question eats away at my mind. But I don't have the strength to ask you. You know what I've been through. You know the person I've been and the person I've become. I know you do.
But still you won't let go.
Why? Why do you think I'm truly good enough for you? How am I to believe that after everything you've lived through; the rise and fall of your own kingdom and your life as you knew it...
...How am I to believe that I'm the salvation you need to keep living?
I lower my hand, feeling the warmth of your sleeping face. It gives me comfort. I can't stop myself from needing you, but I have no desire to force you to stay with me.
But somehow now...
...You still won't let go.
Yes, I know it sucks. Go ahead and tell me. Or don't even bother; I won't really care either way. But you know what? I feel like shit right now, I'm listening to Lifehouse, and I had this in my mind. When I feel like shit, am listening to songs like this, and have an idea in my mind, I write it down. It's usually the only time I can complete something, and it's also the worst possible time to produce something worth reading. So forgive me for this waste of space--it's not that long anyway--but it's the only thing I'll be writing anytime soon.
___ ___ ___ ___
Now it's dark. I can't see the trees around me or the ground below me. I can't see you. But I can feel you here. Lying against me, long asleep by now. But I'm still awake, and I know I still will be when you wake up. I don't mind, though. I just lean against the stone behind me, tangling my fingers into your hair.
And somehow now, everything is right.
__ __ __
I remember the first time. The first time I held you. You were crying; upset because of me. You spoke to me in a way I hadn't been spoken to in a long time. I didn't know what to do. I ran. You followed me. You thought I had dismissed your feelings, but you wouldn't let go of me. I wanted to scream at you. Tell you to leave me alone; tell you not to get close to me.
Because I loved you.
But still you wouldn't let go. You clutched to my sleeves and pressed your head against my chest; you wouldn't stop crying. I wanted even more to push you away and run. But I didn't. You just wouldn't stop crying.
I didn't want you to cry.
But I didn't understand why. Why somebody like you, so used to getting the best of everything, would hold onto me so tightly. You were a prince and I was a man famous only for the number of bod left behind me.
But still...
...Still you wouldn't let go.
These thoughts made my eyes swell. I couldn't cry. But you wouldn't stop. I just wanted to stop that pain; stop your pain which would stop my own. And so I held you. I couldn't even control my arms as they wrapped so tightly around you. Your hold on me became an embrace. You didn't stop crying, but I knew you weren't hurting. Not anymore.
I didn't let go for a long time. Not until you had calmed down. But when I found that I didn't want to let go of you, even then...
...That's when I knew.
__ __ __
Even now I don't know. I don't know why you wouldn't let go. I don't know why you're still here with me. Through the nothingness of the night, I look down where I can't see you but I know you are. The question eats away at my mind. But I don't have the strength to ask you. You know what I've been through. You know the person I've been and the person I've become. I know you do.
But still you won't let go.
Why? Why do you think I'm truly good enough for you? How am I to believe that after everything you've lived through; the rise and fall of your own kingdom and your life as you knew it...
...How am I to believe that I'm the salvation you need to keep living?
I lower my hand, feeling the warmth of your sleeping face. It gives me comfort. I can't stop myself from needing you, but I have no desire to force you to stay with me.
But somehow now...
...You still won't let go.