HIIII!!!!!! I have a headache… ugh. Anyhoo, this is just a little oneshot that I wrote when I was bored. I don't know…it's quite angsty. It made me wanna cry. Wah. Ooh, and if you must know, this fic is written in Zim's point of view. HE KILLED DIB!!!! cries
Oh, and Zim may be a little OOC in here. So, yah… if it sucks, tell me.
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Zim's POV
I had never realized how human blood was so…red.
Scarlet.
Crimson.
Red.
I stared at the knife—the knife I had so laughingly, tauntingly held in my hand just moments before—not thinking, not knowing anything…
He. Was. Gone.
His glasses had slightly fallen askew as he fell, his raven scythe slightly covering his wide, shocked eyes. His hands had immediately went to his heart, his wound, where I had stabbed him.
He looked at me, one, last, pleading look in his eyes—"Why, Zim?"
Why did it have to be this way?
Even when I killed him, he haunted me. His words, his spirit, his everything.
"Why, Zim?"
His blood dripped down from the knife I was gripping so tightly, as if it was a shield I could use to protect myself from the guilt, the pain…the aching love.
Oh, my Irken…I loved him.
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Hope you enjoyed that little drabble of mine. I gots to go now!!! BYE!!!