I swear, I'm writing Heal My Wounded Heart. It's just... not going very well. Also, this is probably awful. It came to me at 2 in the morning after reading waaay to many angst/tragedy fics. So if it sounds familiar, tell me and if it sounds a lot like someone else's fic, tell me please. I looked up popular fan names for both Romano and Spain.
Chiara's P.O.V.
"Why does everyone love my sorella?
Why do eyes follow her and ignore me?
We look so identical… and yet we are so different.
We can feel the same… and yet we act upon different impulses.
She smiles her sorrows away;
And I try to get rid of them with tears and offensive shouts.
We are so similar.
Yet the world sees us as polar opposites."
"Both of us feel love/desire/lust.
Hers was natural.
Mine sinful.
Of course her love was returned.
This jealousy I feel
This longing I have,
It cannot force hatred of you or her onto my dead heart.
This envy that pulls me by the roots of my hair
The very envy that causes me to curse and scream in fits of rage to drive it out.
It's always you and the world that hears me.
So of course this causes me to be perceived as a rude and unpleasant person"
"Why do you and the world take everything for what you see?
Well, I'm done.
With you,
The world,
Everything.
I'm done.
I'm leaving this premature hell for the real one.
I'm done.
I'll exchange this dull soul for no soul.
There's just one thing I don't understand:
Why did you just stop me?"
Isabel's P.O.V.
She looked up at me with cold, emotionless, dead eyes.
I was speechless.
I didn't quite know how to respond.
Would you?
So I stood there motionless.
I tried to convey that I cared.
Goddammit, I loved her.
Why.
Why?
Why!
Why did I not say anything!
I can still remember the deafening bang as the gun went off.
I can still remember how she fell back,
Blood and brains everywhere.
I can still remember running to her.
Holding her in my arms against my breast,
Trying and hoping she was still alive.
There was no hope.
She was dead.
And it was all my fault.
I can still remember her last words
"I love you".
She died not with a smile on her face,
But with a look of pure anguish.
For assuming her love was not returned.
And it was all my fault.
A look I remember now as I click the safety off.
And run back to my beloved.
Together again.
Smiling in purgatory.