She was never a pawn. She was my Queen. Once you've lost the Queen, it really is only a matter of time before the King is taken. A lesson I would have done well to remember.
As I did not, for my punishment I languish with all the other undesirables. I am as irrelevant as the thrust and stink of humanity that throngs around me. I haven't even the dignity of being someone else's pawn.
Where is my Queen now? She will not lie, rotten and stagnating as I will. She is young, she is talented and she is still beautiful, if now in merely conventional terms.
She was always beautiful to me.
It is hard to live in a world when so much of it seems to taunt one. Shiny metallic surfaces mock me on all sides. I am deaf to the shift and click of metals all around me. I can no longer feel the magnetic pulse of the planet, and I now haven't even the solace of a real, living, pulsing being to dull the ache.
I've been such a fool.
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It wasn't love. I don't even know what that's supposed to feel like. But it was nice.
Nothing could have prepared me for the loss of my powers, my identity and my lover all in one instant.
I would have thrown myself in front of more than a few darts for his sake, completely confident he'd do the same for me.
So much for that. So much for…
…love.