I drew inspiration from one of my favourite songs of all time: Viva La Vida from Coldplay. It's a little (more like a LOT) darker than usual, but I felt like it fit the mood of the lyrics. That and I have recently had some boy trouble that really makes me believe boys are stupid. Like, really, really stupid. (Sorry if you're a guy reading this lol, please don't be offended. This is just a typical teenage-girl-bathroom-rant.) That's also why this is really melodramatic and cheesy and ugh sorry I'm just not in the mod to be all realistic and sarcastic and sassy today :/ But I hope you like it!
WARNING: This includes things that could possibly upset the reader like cheating, divorce, and suicide (but no blood or gore, I promise. I hate that stuff myself.)
DISCLAIMER: AS MUCH AS I WISH I OWNED GA, I DON'T. REALLY. I PROMISE. *eye roll*
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
They used to be happy together. Or rather, he was happy, and she wasn't.
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
And now she was gone, and he wasn't.
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
He had loved the power he held over her, an obsessive sort of protection that he had placed over her head like a crown.
Listened as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead; long live the king
But the weight the years had carried in had piled on top, and the crown had somehow slipped down to rest around her throat like a collar. The jewels turned inside out, and the diamonds bit into her skin and held on like desperate fangs.
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
He had never even realized what was happening until her ring returned to his pocket 3 years later, along with a stack of papers and a cold side of the bed he had forgotten could exist.
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
The ghost of her footsteps out the door and his quiet sobbing were the only sounds he could hear for a long, long time.
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Memories swarmed in like wasps with butterfly wings; beautiful, but stung so badly he could hardly stand it.
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
He remembers the day they got married; how she lit up the room with her smile -because for her, it had truly been the best moment of her life.
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
He also remembers meeting up with Luna a week after his honeymoon and telling his new wife he had been on a business trip.
And that was when I ruled the world
He had thought he could have both lives; that she would never know. After all, he was the king. He could do whatever he wanted.
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Until the day that he came home to see her sobbing on the floor with that broken look in her eyes that told him she knew.
There was no screaming, no throwing of glass objects the way we see in movies. She only whispered, "How long?"
All he could do was shake his head in despair, and she was packed and gone before he could even look up from the floor.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
Five years. They all knew what that meant. Even as they were "just dating". Even as he proposed. Even through all the talk of children and futures and growing old with each other.
Nothing could possibly hurt more.
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Ruka was appalled. Tsubasa had punched him in the face several times, but he had been so numb he didn't even blink. Imai had given the fatal blow, anyways. She had shown up at his doorstep with a colder look in her eyes than he had ever seen. He braced himself, obviously expecting her to stab him right in the gut or something equally painful, but it never came.
"I really thought that I could trust you, Hyuuga." There was a clear sense of quiet betrayal in her voice. He struggled to breathe, desperately tried to pull enough oxygen into his lungs that he could ask her to relay just how sorry he was, but even he knew it was useless. She was already gone.
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
The court case hadn't even taken a full hour. Imai had gathered so much security footage from various hotels that the judge only had to look at him in disgust before banging his gavel.
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
She had never even looked at him once; leaning against Imai's shoulder, a glazed look in her usually bright eyes.
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
And now here he sat, alone in an empty house they had bought for two.
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
He had broken it off with Luna; he couldn't even look at his mistress without feeling like he was drowning in guilt.
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
There was no one left anymore. Everyone who had ever cared for him was gone. His own sister had vowed never to speak with him again.
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
He made his way to the nightstand, sitting innocently next to a bed that hadn't been used in months because it reminded him too much of her. The drawer slid open, revealing the cold lump of iron he had bought especially for this occasion a day before the court case and then stashed in his car. Not that anyone would've cared enough to take it away.
Oh oh oh oh ohh oh [x5]
Was he doing the right thing? He had no way of knowing. After all, his conscience was thousands of miles away, moving on from him in her best friend's mansion. But the thought of holding the cool metal in his own two hands brought him more relief than he had felt in a long time, and so he lifted it out of the drawer and calmly aimed it at his temple.
Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
An image of her laughing filled his mind, a distant memory flashing before his eyes.
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
He never even felt the bullet.
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
As his body crumpled to floor, he had one last, fleeting thought:
Never an honest word
I really did love you, you know.
But that was when I ruled the world
Uhhhhhh... sooooo... yeah. Like I said, dark. It's the first time I've ever written anything like this. What do you think? Should I keep writing stuff like this or stick to my usual snappy style? Lmk. Drop me a review in the box below, or PM me any time. You guys make me love writing more than I already do. :)
Lotsa Love,
Tiffany, out.
