Hello esteemed viewers, Barraki92 at your service. Seeing as how so relatively few Rule of Rose fics we have and how it was such a wonderful and tragic story, I thought I might spice things up a bit. After all, Diana would be appalled had she known that so few fan writings existed, wouldn't she? That's where I come in, if someone is going to make the Rule of Rose section thrive than it might as well be me, after all…if I don't who will? Stray Dog? I think not.

There was always someone else…someone better me then me. Someone who always caught my beloved's attention…it didn't matter whom at first, but there is always someone other then me. Why am I never good enough? Why does she torture my heart so?

Hell is what I feel…undoubtedly hell is what I feel. I can feel it in my blood…in my soul…in my heart. Why was I born to live such a wretched existence? For what purpose am I to live on if she continues to throw my feeling for her away like some diseased animal? Am I truly so pathetic that I someone like that wretched, unlucky girl could steal her away from me?

Or…maybe there is an alternative reason for why my heart lies cut apart. Am I weak? An Aristocrat of the Red Crayon…a weak minded fool in love with someone that shall never be? The irony in this dreadful, absolutely dreadful.

Reeks…this place reeks ever since she came here. Ever since she came here, everything dear to me has been ruined. Eleanor said that things haven't changed at all…that things were the same before that creature showed up here. She's lying…she must be, she has to be lying. Have I never stood a chance at winning her love in the first place? Is it that even before that horrible girl came here that I shall never be granted my heart's desire?

No! No, no, no! This cannot be! Why am I to suffer so much pain where someone below me is granted what I've vied and struggled to gain for years?! Why?! Am I so utterly weak that someone like her can best me? Am I so pathetic that I grovel at those angelic feet like some sniveling dog while she wins the love of someone so perfect? Am I weak? Am I weak? Am I…weak? I'll never be good enough…I'll never be…good enough. But if I can't have Diana…NO ONE WILL!

FIN.

So, how was it? Come now, please give your wondrous and varied opinions of my work. After all, you wouldn't want me feeling under appreciated would you? That would make angry, and bad things happen to people who make me angry. What would be the point in reading a story that you don't even evaluate your opinion on? My thoughts exactly, so be good chums and review away. That is all I ask…as Stray Dog hungers for reviews as well. And you wouldn't want to leave him on an empty stomach would you?