Here's a sad little ficlet I wrote one night

Here's a sad little ficlet I wrote one night.

His hands rand down her back; a tear ran down his cheeks. He lifted her into the air; his heart fell out of his chest. A smug expression crossed Plato's face; hurt and disbelief covered Mistoffelees'.

Plato ran his paw down Victoria's leg; Mistoffelees felt his sunken heart shatter. Her face was guiltless, her body willing. Plato just took what was offered; Mistoffelees didn't blame him entirely.

'How long?' he thought. How long had their love meant nothing to her? He gave her his heart, his soul; she gave him loss, betrayal.

Plato showed her off, declaring his victory; Mistoffelees just turned away, unable to bear the pain the sight caused him. His broken heart was beating in his throat, choking him, killing him inside. That's all love ever did: give you the time of your life then beat you down to a raw, emotional, hopeless wreck. He helplessly looked back to the horror before him, praying that it was just a dream; a nightmare.

Victoria curled herself around Plato making him hers, discarding Mistoffelees like an old worn collar. Her face turned to Plato's shielding her from the bitter anguish etched on Mistoffelees' face giving him lines he didn't have. He felt his world crashing down around him, his soul ripping apart, is magic draining away, his body slumping in defeat. He was never anything but a novelty to her; a play thing that could do tricks: an entertainer.

He put on a brave face, danced and sang as if nothing was wrong until the end of the ball when he resolved to throw himself off of the highest thing he could find.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The next morning they found his crumpled and broken body lying motionless at the base of a junk heap. The touched his still cooling fur and closed his dulled eyes. They moved his body so it lay in the middle of the junk yard to pay their final respects to a cat who was once so full of life. The wondered what madness had driven the magician to such drastic measures to a problem they didn't see. They didn't know of Victoria's betrayal or of Mistoffelees' shattered heart.

Victoria was at his funeral. She cried at the appropriate times, allowed herself to be comforted. She looked down on his still face and smiled.

"I never loved you."

She allowed Plato to caringly lead her away from the body and pretended to cry into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, knowing it was an act. He mumbled sweet nothings into her ear. She giggled.

They all turned their heads to the sky and prayed to the Everlasting Cat that Mistoffelees would find peace.

Victoria nuzzled into Plato's chest and whispered, "I love you."

They all solemnly bowed their heads as a cry of agony rang through the air; the last memory of the Magical Mr. Mistoffelees.

Well, now that was different from my normal writing. Feedback is always appreciated whether it's good or bad. Hope you enjoyed!

- Vampiricly.Addicted.To.Capes