Shattered Soul
The emptiness came from within. His eyes were blank more often than not. He was colder to everyone. I could tell that I was losing him. I have never had the right to claim that. He was never mine. The only exception to that was in my heart which he crushed so carelessly between his hands.
I didn't hate him for it though. He was never mine, after all. I wasn't even angry at him. I just felt a little bit lonely. The feeling would come and go. For a while it had been gone. I knew that I was empty without it. As much as it pained me I knew that I wanted it more than anything.
I felt as though I was left in the darkness. He had dropped the ashes at my feet. I could only watch him. Then he left me there. He took his light with him. I was all alone. I still could only stare. I wanted more but daren't ask for it.
He was someone far superior. I knew that a lot of people disagreed with me. A lot of people would fall to my skills. They would claim that I was the best. I would always politely acknowledge their remark and quickly leave. My words were always in stark contrast to my departure.
He was the best. There was no one better. Many people would call me biased, and perhaps I was, but I would never believe them. They were wrong if they thought of someone else. I was sure of that more than anything.
Nothing would ever change. It was always the same. It was always going to be the same.
I still love him.
Author's Note: I did feel like taking it further but I decided not to. Where could I take it? Would he find a letter? Would he find an old journal at a forced reunion? Would he hear those words as he was travelling from life to death? Would her brother have thrust an old diary at him? Would she have confessed by giving, or leaving, a note? Would he have accidentally seen it? There were so many options and I turned them all down. After all, nothing felt more right than continuity.
Part of the Revival Collection.
