Hello. Since people make me cry, your turn. R&R!
The dark shape comes closer. I can't tell what it is, only that it's heading right for me. And seems to be running from the cloud behind it.
I spread my wings and head out to meet the UFO. As I get closer, I see wings. And then a bag. And see that the darkness isn't from the light behind it. The thing itself is darkness. Which means it's...
I hear the crack before I feel the pain. The cloud has guns. And snipers who know how to use them. I instinctively grab my wing where the wound begins to gush as I fall into the trees.
I crawl until the pain is so bad that I can't continue. I sit until I can't support my weight.
I hear someone coming. I lay there, waiting for the end. But instead, I find the beginning.
I try to say his name, but my voice is gone. I try to hold him, but my body won't react. He takes a shirt and tries to stop the blood. It slows, but not enough.
I look at him. I'm finally able to muster a few words. "You came back."
I smile weakly, laying back to accept the blackness. The last sight I see are the dark eyes that see through me.
She smiles, and then leaves me. I use a rock to secure the T-shirt, then dig through my bag for the needle.
I swore I would never use it. I have to decline that now. I plunge it into her heart, then push until it runs dry. I wait. No movement.
I accept it was her time. I then reach for the other needle. The one I would use if the first one failed. I take off the cover, roll up my sleeve, and insert the metal.
I push, and as the darkness comes over me, I smile. Laying down beside her, and holding her tight, I let the peace come. And nothing will stop it.
Sad, huh? Based this off of Soar by Codebreaker. Codebreaker has been talking to me about Joe. Thanks for listening.
Valentine's Day sucks. Aside from Angel. But think about it. It's a day each year where couples are happy and singles are miserable. You know, St Valentine was burned at the stake. Those Romans may have had the right idea...
No, 7. Don't curse a saint. You should be thankful; that you weren't him. Thanks Eva. For once, you were helpful. Oh, meet Eva, the voice in my head. I think she's Eva Paron from Evita. Funny, huh?
Well, review. Review for all the stupid people who are happy-in-love.