E t e r n a l
Nothing is mine. Nothing is ever mine. I can't even hold these things I want to be mine; like the snow, when it falls into your palm. It melts away. The warmth is too much.
Did I try too hard?
I hold back my questions, but I fear my eyes reveal them all. It doesn't matter, I realize, as I stare into his own. It doesn't matter.
Did you even care?
The wind blows, and it feels as if it's passing through me. I bite down the scream that builds up in my throat, pushing down my feelings.
I wasn't mean to exist.
I scream over and over in my head, repeating this melody to myself. I can't have a heart. I can't have feelings. I can't fall..
I wasn't meant to feel.
..in love. It wasn't meant to be. It wasn't meant to be!