another really short drabble i found in my files from 2010. sorry its so breif
It is an overwhelming emotion.
It is dark and sickening. It consumes you whole; jeering all the while, leaving you with nothing but a heavy heart.
It is a burden that you must carry with you for the rest of eternity.
You suppose it is but a reasonable price to pay for what you have done.
You have done many things that you are not proud of. You have made many sacrifices for your own selfish gain, time and time again.
But this one is different, and it is the thing hurts you the most.
You are not a religious being, you never had been. But you are still remorseful nonetheless.
If others were to discover just what you have been hiding, you would lose everything.
Your pride.
Your power.
Your life.
(if you can even call it that much)
You do not doubt this.
But it is not what haunts you the most.
It is that you loved her.
Everyone did.
And you killed her.
In a way, you find it ironic that you, the person that was supposed to protect her, were the one that ultimately ended her life.
But what is done, is done. You were never very good with love anyway.
Still, you cannot help but ask yourself, was it really all worth it in the end? Condemning both your sister to death, and your brother to his soulless fate?
For once, you do not have an answer.