Summary: What if Magelet had lost her mage. How would she deal with his lost? Very OCC.
Disclaimer:
Don't own characters or anything about the story. Just own creative mind to write this poem.
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I've always pondered death,
would I go in my sleep, would it be painful, would I be near friends?
After meeting Numair my fear of death was well hidden,
deep within my mangled brain.
I was so carefree and enjoyed life thanks to my mage,
he made me feel like I was invincible.
That all changed that dreadful night,
that night in the Realms of the Gods.
We both feared we would die,
but I would have never imagined losing Numair.
Numair had pleaded and begged to the Gods,
begging to send me back.
I haven't been the same since,
I still dream and hear his voice all the time.
At first I wanted to die,
and I still do.
I tried to move on,
but without my mage I am nothing.
I don't listen to the People,
or humans either.
I now lay here on our bed,
thinking, pondering, waiting for the stars to shine.
At last the stars began to shine,
I grab the dagger.
I stare at my farewell letter,
the last letter ever.
A tear begins to fall,
I whisper, "I love you Numair."
I use the dagger to cut my wrists,
I start to see darkness, and say, "Forgive me."
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Arisa: I only wrote this due to the fact my friend is in the hospital and nearly died this morning. I don't know what I would do without Koji.