Loveless
an Amore fanfiction
by No one specific

Amore stared out the window. She'd always stare after Stella as she went on her dates with Brandon. Pain would always grip her as she realized that she'd never fall in love. Amore would always just watch her friend, the closest friend she had, the friend that she had a connection with, and glow with envy.

She envied that Stella could love. Although Amore could love, no one would love her.

Tears never came, for Amore could control that. Smiles of envy would come, but more often a longing gaze would follow Stella.

Soon Amore realized that it was Brandon who she loved, simply because of her connection with Stella. But that romance that she wanted so badly would never come to her. She'd never have what Stella had, no matter how much she wanted it.

Pixies didn't need to fall in love; Digit had told her when Amore asked. So that was what Digit thought of everything; if it's unnecessary, what's the point? Digit hadn't been able to help Tecna. Simply because love wasn't something that Digit could comprehend.

But Amore could. Amore knew what love was. She'd felt it when it had been fulfilled, when it had failed, when it was in trouble. Amore knew what love felt like. That was what made it most painful, because it wasn't something that she would ever feel. If she had been like Lockette or Digit or Tune or Chatta or Piff, she never would have experienced love.

She envied them, too, because nothing would break their hearts like this would. Love was just another word that held no meaning to the other pixies. But Amore felt all love. Was that how the other pixies felt their emotions? Did Chatta feel gossip, or did Lockette feel directions? Or did they just know?

Amore would watch Stella every day and feel her love for Brandon. At times, Amore couldn't bear to be around anyone, simply because she'd feel the love. The love that filled Amore with happiness, the most powerful emotion she could feel. More than an emotion, more than a sensation, love wasn't just a feeling; love was a sensation that was beyond Amore's capabilities.

Finally, she realized that it wasn't her who loved, but others, whose love she felt. That hurt her more deeply than having her love denied. It wasn't denied; it never existed. She'd just been feeling the love around her that gave her the idea that she loved.

Amore would forever stare after Stella, tears always locked behind her azure eyes, never coming, never fall….

Was it so wrong to want to love? What had she done wrong? What did she do to deserve this torture?!

Nothing. This was exactly why it stung her. It burned her, it drowned her. It suffocated her with the feeling of hopelessness, of lovelessness. The pixie of love was doomed to be loveless.


That wasn't that bad now, was it? I don't think 'lovelessness' is actually a word, since my computer didn't like it.

Well, poor Amore to say the least. Don't ask me what possessed me to write this, because I don't know. But I had this idea floating around in my head forever, so...review?? Anyway, thanks for reading...

Love,

No one specific