Her voice. That's all he hears now.
It swims in and out like some lulling nightmare.
Even in the waking hours she does not leave. It's her he hears.
She tells him of his past, his mistakes, and his loss.
She tells him what he could have done differently; of paths he had not been aware existed then.
And in the night when her taunting is too much for him, and he weeps, she simply laughs.
How cruel, and callous you might think. But think of what he did to her.
The pain she left him was only a fraction, a small portion of what he caused her.
He took her friends; her loved ones.
He locked her away, keeping her from life.
The monster tried everything he could to break her, physically and mentally.
He failed, and so he grew angry.
That anger and hate crossed the fine line it was not meant to.
Love was supposed to be all rainbows and sprinkles, but his was not.
It was harsh, and demanding, cold and unyielding.
He found sick pleasure in her tears, and mocked her at every opportunity.
She was worthless, and he made sure she knew it.
It did not break her however, only saddened and angered her.
That sadness, anger, and hate crossed the fine line it was not meant to.
Love was supposed to be all rainbows and sprinkles, but hers was not.
It was harsh, and held no meaning.
It was empty and selfish.
His life meant nothing to him, so he took it.
And now, that she was gone, she found a sick pleasure in his pain.
He did not cry for the loss of her.
He did not cry for the loss of his chance at love.
He wept at night when it was just too much to bare.
He wept for the realization that he indeed did have a soul, and heart.
And a very broken heart it was.
Wow I have no idea where that came from. I just started writing and came up with that. I don't think I have ever written something like that before.
This is my first fic from this new username! I am the former Elusive Phantom and now I am your Eloquent Quill.
I hope you enjoyed this!
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