I breathe in ... breathe out.
Your voice is all that guides me.
"I love you."
You whispered to me.
But what is love?
Is it good?
Is it evil?
It is both.
Sometimes love can be sweet.
Sometimes sour.
Sometimes love can be a basket of roses.
Sometimes a handfull of thorns.
I cannot love.
My heart forbids it.
I can't trust those my mind tells me I should love.
This constant war between heart and mind, never stopping to rest.
At night I toss and turn to finally find sleep and peace, but to no avail.
I am alone.
I've always been alone.
No one has ever been there for me besides ... besides Spyro.
He's The only one ... the one that said he swore his Life to me.
To us.
But ... now he's gone.
Five bitter, cold monthes have flown by since the passing of my purple hero.
Since all hope of love and family had gone away.
Gone away to a vast nothingness where dreams go to die.
I am now alone, with nothing but my pain and suffering.
Why Spyro?
How could you leave me like this?
Was it not you who promised to stand by me forever?
Was it not you who filled my head with dreams of family?
Was it not you who said you Loved me?
Oh Spyro, how I long to hold you.
To see your beautiful, amethyst eyes, portraying years of countless hardships and Glorious battles by my side.
Love.
The unspoken truth of lifes most magical, and grimmest characteristics.
It is love that makes me long for you.
It is love that that makes my life worth living.
And with love for my fallen, purple saviour, I take my life.
As a reminder to all that I am in love with the bravest, most caring dragon.
And with that, and my blade slides swiftly across my neck ... I awake.