Don't Forget Me... My Forget-Me-Not...
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Just something very short, and hopefully very angsty. Meant to be Tseng-Elena.
Disclaimer: Me no own
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…Don't Forget Me…
…I'm Here…
…Watching Over You…
...Protecting You...
…Don't Forget Me…
…My Forget-Me-Not…
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Blood gushed down the cobbles as she stumbled to him, eyes dripping with fear and dread. There he was, crumpled on the ground, that blue suit clinging to the broken wounds and marring the once straight outline of his clothes.
Fire burned all around her; the screams of those long deceased ringing in her ears and plaguing her mind. Rubble fell from the orange sky, heavy blocks of building and mortar falling to reduced pebbles all around her.
Steps became miles, and all because she had to reach him. Had to. There was something she hadn't told him yet, something important, though she suspected he knew. She didn't even know if he'd be alive when she got to him.
The sun was nowhere to be seen; instead the only light came from the end of the street, where he lay, injured and broken. Smoke clouded her vision, and all the while, she was aware of someone above her laughing cruelly, his or her shadow elongated and enlarged to fifty times its cruel size, the gun in its hands twisted and burning. Why would he not leave her alone? Why must he taunt her even now that he had taken everything from her?
And as she goes on, it gets worse, because she has to reach him. Has to. There is something she hasn't told him yet…
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"I'm sorry. She's not going to make it. The wound is… too deep."
The covers drew over her head, the soft white blankets becoming her final cradle, her ever final warmth.
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Okay, the beginning poem really applies more to the second part.
For those of you confused... Scroll Down.
Basically, Elena has been injured and the first part is her dreamworld, her dying moments, what she sees.
The second part is reality; what is going on.
Now that that's cleared up... Please Review!!!