No, Eragon isn't my book. Nor is Eldest

You don't understand

My heart,

It aches to be with him.

But you remind me so much of him,

So it hurts,

To be around you.

It hurts,

To see him die,

over and over in my mind.

I am destined to be alone.

I couldn't save him;

I didn't save him.

Once a rose has it's chance to bloom,

It'll never bloom again,

No matter how short the air of spring...