A/N: So another random thing I wrote. It didn't take me very long and I was writing it while txting my mate. Sorry if it doesn't make very much sense. I'd appreciate feedback. Any tips or anything are welcome. I guess you could see it as shonen-ai if you were that desperate to search for it. But that wasn't intended.
DEDICATION: Melissah and Simera.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own. Nope. Nothing. Damn.
I am broken. Tiny fragments of my soul litter this world. All my dreams, hopes, ambitions, they float through the air, carried by harsh winds to places unknown. Back THEN, I would've hurried to collect them, to return things to the way they should be. But not NOW. NOW, I leave them to drift on merciless currents, handing them over to the planet to dispose of. It no longer matters that I am whole. There's no longer anyone here to convince me I'm worthy of a place on this Earth.
Does that make you feel guilty? Does regret surge through your body, tearing you apart until you let out a harrowing scream of pain? Does it make you FEEL? Anything? Because for me, knowing that you FEEL, makes me that tiny bit happier. I know it's selfish. Low. Childish. Sadistic, even. But that's what you've reduced me to.
You really ARE a genius. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. If you weren't, do you think you could've changed ME into some fragmented being without any hope for the future? ME, the village goofball, always full of laughter and smiled for everyone? You transformed that innocent boy into a sadistic bastard whose mere existence is meaningless. But you're pretty sadistic yourself, aren't you? You took that goofball who hid all his pain behind smiles and made him realise that it was okay, because you were just as alone, and that together, the two of you would no longer have to feel unloved, because you had each other. And then you went and left, destroying another part of the boy each time he found you and each he didn't. If you can't call that sadistic torture, I don't know what to call it.
So congratulations, genius boy. You did it. Does it make you proud, destroying a person's spirit? Did you get your kicks? Was it worth it? Because I'm broken. I'm not coming after you anymore. I just don't have the strength. But, before you leave again, please, tell me one last thing.
DOES DESTROYING ME MAKE YOU ANY STRONGER?