My Prince
I never thought this day would come. Well... okay, I did. But I never expected it to him. It could've been anyone, ANYONE, but him. And yes, maybe it's selfish and yes, I know that the others might not agree, but at that moment I didn't care.
And as I watched him fall... As I heard his scream and as I saw Marco carry his limp body out, I couldn't do anything but run. Run out of hell on Earth and watch and beg Tobias to demorph. All I could was listen to his deep breathing that I knew for certain would stop any second.
I watched him, and I saw the truth. He would die.
But no! No, he couldn't die. Not him. Please, not him. I could've gotten along with anyone else gone. Hell, even me being gone would be better. He could NOT go.
And he watched. He watched the tears that he had never seen before. He watched the tears that I was pouring just for him and that I would refuse to drain for anyone else.
"I love you," he whispered.
But he knew. He knew that he didn't have to say it because I already knew that. I felt it, too.
And then... that was it. His eyes. His eyes that I loved the most because they were so beautiful and bright were suddenly dimming.
Nooo... No! No!
I leaned and kissed him silently praying that all those fairy tales were true. That Sleeping Beauty and Snow White were real only this time the roles were reversed. I would revive my prince. My prince...
And for a moment he was back. For a moment he kissed me back just like he had all those other times... But then my luck ran out. The magic was gone and I received a hard slap from reality.
As I deepened the kiss he went limp. Just like that. No... No, please. I pressed my lips harder to his... Please.... And... nothing.
My prince was gone. And no fairy tale would ever bring him back.
What ever possesed me to write this? Sigh. As to how he died... use your imagination. This is probably not that good because I wrote it in like 15 minutes. Oh well. Review!