Dear Marluxia
Wasn't it enough to make me feel like I have a heart, then rip out the closet emotion I've had since before my shadowed existence? You have said hurtful words that have never pierced any meaning inside of me. You have forced me into situations that have seemingly created the slightest illusion of pleasure, but always turned out to cause more pain then bliss. Yet I still remained in your room. I knew of your affairs. For gods sake you had a "to do" list. I still laid my vulnerability out across your bed. I let your see what made me tick. What this mad scientist, me, had to offer a pink haired, sex driven, flower boy. Did you not like it. Was it not to your taste...as far as I know you will taste anything that has a hole. Your touch inspired so many emotions. Things that surely creates that have a name like a nobody, don't deserve.
I'm many things right now, anger is not one of them. At least not to you. I'm furious at myself, disappointed. Words fail me at the feeling that I'm trying to convey. I hate you with every word, experiment, and touch that I have ever known. You made believe me in love, yet somehow you created even more darkness then there was inside of me before. Past the darkness, the anger, hurt, I'm something even more in depth. I can't put my finger on it. Was plotting my end a game, or was it just for shit and giggles? Was toying my emotions, a twisted experiment of your own. Go to Axel and your other followers. Have them kill me. Its what deserve, is it not. I am punished, for letting it become so easy to walk in and out of my life. My days are numbered, everyone is turning against me. Even my own puppet won't listen me, Wither it is your own hand that ends my life or another, I want you know, Marluxia, That I may not have a heart, but my love will always burn for you.
Vexen
