A/N: Okay, I'll admit it. I have no clue what I'm doing with this one. I tried to write another drabble for "everything," but got this instead. I have really no idea where I'm going with it, but it should be interesting if I decide to take it somewhere.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Iris, The Goo Goo Dolls
She snapped her shusken open with more force than necessary, whipping her back towards him to try and hide the tears she couldn't seem to quell. She could try to be like a frozen lake, her ice smooth and perfect, but right now, her ice was shattering. Everything had just escalated; it had been one mistake too many, one fight too many. She was tired; tired of waiting, tired of fighting, tired of trying to fix things. She wanted something that, just a few weeks ago, she could have never imagined. She just wanted it to be over.
"Yuki, wait!" his shout was too-loud in the empty hall. "Yuki, please!"
Finally she turned back around, not caring that he saw the very un-Yamani-like tears that flowed down her cheeks, tracing translucent grey tracks in her face paint. "No, Neal. I'm not going to wait. Not anymore," she whispered, knowing he could hear every word in the silence. She barely stifled a sob.
His green eyes widened in shock for a moment, before his face crumpled. He trembled where he stood, before he whispered, "No, Yuki. Please, no. Oh, Gods, please, no."
"I'm tired, Neal," she breathed, tears running unrestrained down her face. Her voice was stronger now, fueled by too many days spent alone and wondering. "I'm so tired of waiting. I'm tired of being put second. I know that she's your best friend, and that she needs you, but what about me? Every time you go off to help her, every time you go charging off out the gates, you leave me here alone. I'm tired of waiting for you to come home, tired of waiting for you to apologize, tired of you making excuses of why we can't get married. And maybe this isn't about her; it's not Kel's fault. But I can't wait any longer. This is never what I wanted. I'm sorry."
She fled now, tripping over her kimono, looking more like a a butterfly caught up in a hurricane than a delicate flower floating on the breeze as she flew down the hall and away.
His hands shaking, unable to utter another sound, Nealan of Queenscove sank to his knees and cried without abandon.
A/N: Soooo, what do you think? Should I continue? Leave me a review and let me know!