A/N: This is a collection of drabbles that was prompted by the LJ 100 -chances challenge, it remains to see if I will write them all, but I've written a few and whatever I come up with will go here. This is also me experimenting with a writing style that is new to me. A style that I love to read, and I highly admire those who can write it.

The genre and ratings will differ from story to story, but I doubt that any of them will be more then T-rated.

Happy reading!

Title: 16. Facade

Genre: Angst

Rating: K



I feel their eyes on me, every move I make is carefully analyzed, and I cannot blame them. They trusted me, they trusted me because he did, and look where it got them.

I can see the accusation and anger in their eyes.

How can he be so calm?

Isn't he ashamed of what he did?

How can he be so cold?

What they do not know is that I am slowly falling. Without him, I am lost, so lost.

The smile, the cheerful mind, the supporting spirit. I am nothing without him, absolutely nothing.

They are right to question me I am useless after all. I couldn't even protect what matters most, how could I ever save the world?

Hero.

The word enters my mind uninvited and I almost lose the calm expression I've been so careful to keep, rather then to let anyone sense my inner turmoil. How many times haven't I heard that very word from his very lips, the one who sees me as the hero when in fact it is he who is my savior?

I cannot count them all, nor is this the time for thoughts that might very well lead me to tears. I have no time for tears and I have no time for remorse. I must fight, fight for him, take him back. Back to where he belongs, with me.

And for that very reason, I must keep the facade.


How'd I do?