Silk
by Perdendosi Muse-ing
Rating: PG-13/T
Main Character: Francisco
Summary: He wondered why he felt so empty…
Disclaimer: What, you gonna sue me or something? Don't worry, I already know it's not mine. So there.
Author Notes: DUDE! Francisco pawns all! SO. I have dedicated another fanfiction to him. Hurray for hot blonde people!
Why was it that he felt so empty?
(no, it wasn't because of her, he told himself, it was because of his heart, his pounding heart.)
She was gone. She. Was. Gone.
(no, no, no, he told himself, she wasn't dead, couldn't be dead, that was impossible, just impossible, that couldn't happen-)
It had happened, and she was gone.
(why was it her that died? he had hoped nothing of the sort would happen, nothing of the sort.)
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"Juliet."
The word rolled unto his tongue like marble on silk: smooth and quiet. He wished that she was there to answer him, but there was only silence--golden silence. He himself knew that there was not going to be any response, but he couldn't stop wishing that there would be, and she would be there, just right there.
(oh, please tell me that you're there. tell me that you're alive, let me see you, let me know that you're not at some place far away from here that's too far for me to go to...)
He felt so empty, like he was alive but his heart was empty, like something just wasn't there...
He stopped. He knew what was missing.
Her. It was her.
And he knew right then that this emptiness was never going to be cured.
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Many years passed, and he knew that the feeling wouldn't be gone.
(but, he told himself chidingly, she was going to be happy, glad that she was with Romeo, that Montague, that...)
It wasn't going to change anything even if he despised Romeo, that Montague bastard. He was, and still was, probably, her lover.
(why, oh, why, he cried to the skies, why couldn't I have been like him? I love her so much...)
Don't be depressed, his mind taunted, she wouldn't like it.
In the back of his head, in the back of his hollow heart, he knew that she didn't love him.
(but he knew. he always did. he knew that her heart was towards Romeo, not him. not him, never him.)
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Love.
Oh, that sickly nectar of love, of affection, of emotion. He had fallen into it, so recklessly, so sadly.
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"Francisco."
He turned his head to see Curio.
"Yes? What can I help you with?" he asked with a mask-like smile.
"You seem to have something on your mind..." Curio said, his voice trailing off.
He blinked a few times, as if to say 'I don't know what you are telling me.'
"Never mind. I'll be going then." He turned to his direction and walked away.
And that, he told himself, was that.
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It was hard to forget her.
But in the end, he had succeeded.
Everything went dark around him, and he heard screams of terror, begging, and sorrow behind the closed, locked doors. Sounds of "please don't do this", "please come out, Francisco, don't do this" filled the cold marble walls with echoes forever repeating.
But, he thought to himself, he'd finally get to forget her.
(let me go where she is, be it heaven or hell, be it anywhere. take me there, take me...)
And a soft whisper cradled him, soothed him, and told him to just sleep, to just fall asleep...
(and then, he was gone. gone with the wind forever, never to come back. his soul had gone to her.)
And soon, he fell asleep forever, never to wake up once more.
(his wish had been granted. smoothly, like silk. perfectly, like silk.)
-End.
Closing Notes: Thank you for reading. Now... Read and Review! Also- if you didn't understand, I'm sorry. I've been listening to WAY too much cryptic, sad songs these days...