Poisonous Tears
Tears slide down her cheeks, his deadly poison. Her sobs echoing in his head, her pleads and cries for him breaking his heart. He left still, he left with all of her, her body began to shake and she trudged back home.
Jemima was breaking, her heart crushed into pieces. She cries tears of crystal and mourns her love, he moves on, not a fly in his ointments. She looks at herself in an old mirror that had been chucked out a while ago, self = loathing creeps over her, as she brings her paw to the glass and punches. Her paw hits the glass repeatedly, she pants as scarlet drips from her balled paw, she brings her tongue down to the hand and licks the liquid up.
Tears flow endlessly, she sniffs and leaves her den. She wanders around the junkyard, rain begins to fall, dampening her coat, she comes across a rusty nail and pauses.
'Should I do this?' she thinks to herself, 'Should I loose my life for him?'
The answer is clear. She positions the nail in her paws and strikes her chest. No more poison tears flow.
Tears slide down his cheeks, his weakness. When he left there was pain etched in every perfect feature of her face, why did he leave? He doesn't really know but assures himself it was for the best. Misto thinks he doesn't deserve Jemima, he thinks she'll be better off without him. How wrong he was. His heart was slit in two, he mourns his Jemima and wanders around. He cries his crystal tears and then walks around the junkyard. More sobs echo through his skull, he looks up, his pale blue eyes full of sorrow and self - loathing. He stumbles around, his head bent until he reaches the car, rain falls. He hears a gasp and then a thud, he rises into the air, sniffing. Looking around he then sees her, the dark and petite figure, its body cold and unmoving. He sees the nail plunged into the chest and grabs it. He has killed his only love, he brings the dagger closer,
'Should I do this?' He wonders, 'Should I give up my life for her?'
Again, the answer is clear. He brings the weapon that took his Jemima away to his chest. No more poisonous tears.
Paw in paw the skip along in heavyside, he smiles and nuzzles her head fur. A purr escapes her lips as they walk on the soft ground. No more poisonous tears.
(A/N: Just a little oneshot that I made for the Misto/Jemima or Munku/Cassie contest. My paring's Jemima and Misto as you see, I also want to say I'm not encouraging suicide, it was just an idea.)
