Bonjour ma chers~ :) I know I should be updating Twenty Six, but I've had this on my computer for AGES! (^^;) For added effect, listen the Evanescence songs Taking Over Me and Going Under-they're the unofficial theme for it.

No idea. How could he not know? This would never stop for her. That burning, deep within her soul, as if she had a hot coal instead of a heart. She might as well have had a coal, for all the good a heart had done her.

It would never end. There would always be someone else, something else, anything but realize how she felt. There were times when they'd come so close, and she had been so hopeful; they never worked out. The hope was torn away, taking part of her with it.

She loved him. But he didn't love her back. Why? Why!? WHY!? There was no reason. Her life was nothing without him, but it was a fiery inferno with him.
Sometimes he was hateful to her. His very name might make her recoil in pain and anger. There was every reason for it. Unrequited love is so powerful. It can destroy somebody's life; their family, friends, sanity. Gone. Gone like he would be.

The pain needed to stop. It never did, though. She had tried removing the others-the distractions. He mourned their loss; talking to her still less. Raging, she felt the fire within her, ready to escape and burn every human she touched. All should feel this pain. They all should-just once-get a taste of this passion that had pained her for so long.

Tormented daily by him, she didn't know how much longer she could live with this. Perhaps she'd have to end her pain herself. Rid herself of the worries, the torture, of her love. If you could call it that. Every day, she died a little more inside. Soon, there would be nothing left anyways. No reason. No life. No point in anything.

This animalistic longing had taken over her so long ago. Controlling her every thought and desire. For a time, she'd been able to deny it. To convince herself everything was fine. She didn't need to be with him to survive. Eventually she always had to return to reality.

When would this end? A solution, unthinkable before this furor possessed her, became clear. Phineas must leave. Forever. There would be no chance of his return. Would that help? Would that quench the blaze in her that spread like a virus? It was a virus, a virus caught through the heart, that poisoned everything it touched. Could this drastic action possibly be the cure? Was there a chance? Could it heal her wounded, torn soul?

It could just make things worse. She could be trapped-alone-insane-not insane. Just in love. He would be gone, unable to love at all. Of course, there was no chance he'd love her anyways. Any possibilities she'd seen had been wishful thinking-nothing more. Now, there was no going back. This was the point of no return.

No choice. It had to be done. Too much pain. Too much loss. All of her soul, burning, burning, BURNING! His fault. He must leave. Soon, before she was overcome. For this flame within her was burning her out. Less time, every hour the clock ticked on was another hour of pain. One less hour till that blissful emptiness.

The pain, could she ever stop it? Just will it all away? Nevermore. None of this would matter soon. Isabella would be gone. Oh wait-she already was. The desire that had once been her would never release its hold. It had burned her out, left her an empty husk lying on the hard ground. Almost. Rage was all that was left. Or was it pain? Hatred? Love? Lust? Nothing mattered. Whether she was to leave in an hour, or a month-rest assured Phineas Flynn-Fletcher would be coming with her.

fin

Yeah, I write weirdly depressing stuff every now and then... R&R pwease? :D