*Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the shadow-kissed thing, Richelle Mead does, and she's awesome.
A/N: This is a 192 word drabble written for Rose appreciation week over at the live journal group v_academy. Enjoy.
In this Darkness that Consumes Me
I am surrounded by an aura of darkness that steals away all of Lissa's pain and doubles my own. My happiness lies in shadow, muted by fears and doubts that would weigh her down were I not bound to her. I've held her hand through every step of her life, and let her think she was standing strong on her own because that's just the kind of friend I am. She comes first, always. I don't matter- not really. In the end, I'll always be alone, the bearer of burdens not my own. My soul still stretches out toward the eternity it was pulled back from, and I wonder sometimes if part of the reason I put myself in danger is because I want to go back there: back to wherever it was I went when I "died." I know that Anna killed herself after Vladimir's death, but it will be different for me and Lissa. In this darkness that consumes me, I shine fiercely, like a bright star that refuses to be diminished by the blanket of night. I might be shadow-kissed, but being Rose Hathaway makes me so much more.