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He's being taken. Taken away. From me. He can't come back. I am done. Finished. Why I don't protest I don't know why.
The only thing I can do is scream, but only inside. But it has to come out. I can't live my life concealed. Not like this.
What can I do now? Is there even a chance I can save him? Me? Us? I don't dare to think bad. He is mine. He even proved it positively, exactly, just yesterday, the kiss said it all.
But as he's walking away, and for some miniscule reason, I never dared to look at the thought, and read the gory pages with blood dripping at every word. He doesn't bother to look back. Why did I never see it? Was I too blinded by the burning Passion's flame that I couldn't see pass its true igniting flame? He doesn't even care. I guess possibly he never really cared. Never really kissed. Then, why is his spark still there on my lips? I guess I should expect that, because I love him so much. But he doesn't love me.
I feel like running, but I realized I'm being held by Them. The ones who hurt me constantly. I struggle, squirm, and try to shake myself free. But their hands keep on grabbing mine, and just keep holding me back. Maybe now would be the good time to scream. In front of everyone who will watch, not blink, and lock their eyes on me and him.
I cannot do it. I think. What's the point of screaming my heart out and just getting...Nothing. No one will hear me. No one ever has, I don't want this, but then again...I do.
As always, my heart, soul, and mind are against reality, still hoping for true fantasy, and right then and there, I do it.
"B-Blackfern!"