Disclaimer: do...not...own...anything...except a pencil...no wait i borrowed that...curses
I wanted to escape. Escape this "half life" that I was forced to live. Nothing was the same. Not since he had left. Left me so alone. Didn't know what to do at first. Felt lost, confused, sad…lonely. But did I just imagine that? Those 'feelings'? You're not supposed to be able to feel…without a heart…right? Maybe…maybe this is all just a dream. After all…Nobodies have no hearts, no feelings. They can't fall in love. Can't suffer from heartbreak…There's nothing there to feel…only an empty space, aching to be filled with something. But even that ache is dull and cold. Always so cold. No warmth ever piercing this empty shell. That's why the fire never hurt…never burned as I hurled it at my opponents or cradled it in the night…hoping just once to be burned…to have proof of my existence. This numbness seems but a long lost memory echoing from an earlier time. Nothing but a barely remembered dream. That's all we are. Neither living nor dead. Are we wandering spirits? ghosts? phantoms? Nobodies. Not supposed to exist yet here we are. Empty shells clinging to "life" as an addict to their dwindling supply of drugs, alcohol or whatever they choose. Nursing that small bit hoping it will last. Hoping it will get them through. Not supposed to feel? Heh. If I'm not supposed to have feelings then what is it that warmed that emptiness everytime he was near? It never failed. Seeing him smile. Hearing him laugh. Each small insignificant thing added to a warmth inside me. Until I felt…strangely…almost 'alive'. Then he left and slowly the warmth faded back into numbness. Meeting his other half…was strange. He was so different from mine. So…naïve…but they had the same eyes…and that cold space once again grew warm. I know he was near as I faded. Even though the outside…was different…I could feel him there. Too bad it was too late. The one regret I have…is I never told him. Never told him of the feeling that I wasn't supposed to be able to have…never told him…I loved him. Never told him how he filled that emptiness in me…
A/N: told you it was short...looks shorter here than on word...well hmph...just something i wrote one day and finally put up here...review pleases