Disclaimer: I own my socks, and I own my sister, but sadly enough, I do not own Loveless.
Warnings: Um..really short? o.o
Loss
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Many times I have been told the stories about people who grow up without parents. Children who have been forced to mature much too quickly. Children who have grown without care, without love.
Loveless. That is what they are. That is what I am.
People think that Seimei's death broke me. That it turned me into the emotionless person that I am now, but no. I was gone long before that. I died the day that my mother failed to accept me. The day she cried out that I was not her son. The day she hurt me, far worse that I had ever been hurt before. Cut me deep and sharp with her words, deeper than any knife ever could. That day I died. My heart still beats, still pumps blood, but it cannot feel. I am dead without their love.
Seimei's death only helped to sever the chains that held the shattered remains of my heart together. With him was buried my soul, and my ability to love. That day at the funeral, I bid farewell to my brother, and to myself. I can no longer hold on to the memories from before, when gone is the only person I could share them with.
Sometimes...sometimes I wonder which one hurts the most.
The loss of Seimei, or the loss of myself.
Where
have you gone Ritsuka? Mother needs you back.
I need you back.
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A/N: -.- It feels like I get worse and worse every time instead of improving. Most of my stories are confusing either way though. Ah well, Review? Even flames are welcome..as long as you tell me exactly what you disliked about it.