Sitting alone, numb after she was swept away by her knight in shining armor and feeling like the dragon the knight defeated. That's how I feel, if it's even classified as a feeling. How can I be awesome if I'm so weak. Weak enough for that musician to win her over. I feel empty. It's sad really, I've been with her for a longer time yet he swoops in and steals her away before my very eyes. These evil eyes, a deep devilish red. Who'd love such a monstrosity?
Gilbert looked over at the setting sun on a bridge with ample amount of people passing by him. He was dressed in a black suit and had a loosened tie around his neck. His hair silver hair a mess on his head because of the wind. He was gripping the railing edge hard enough to make his palms bleed. He grimaced but he liked the pain, it made him feel grounded. He looked up and let out a silence whimper as he stared at the red sun lowering beyond the horizon. The water below the bridge was frigid in the cold of the winter. If he were to slip in, it'd be too late to save him. He debated the idea but chose against it.
No, no. That's a bad idea. How can I walk her down the aisle if I'm a frozen corpse floating down the river? How can I if I love her? How can I hand her over, admitting defeat to that metrosexual musician? I should be the one she's walking to, I've been there for her the longest. Why is it not me? Why didn't she choose me? Is it because of my appearance? Is it because I'm no longer stable? Gottverdammt.
He turned his attention to the others around him, the mass of people passing was slowly diminishing as the sun lowered and time passed. He was chilled to the bone and was shaking a little as the wind blew, it felt as if it was passing straight through him. He leaned over the railing to get a better view of the water below him and gulped at the distance from the bridge to the water. He had to stand straight again because it was beginning to nauseate him. He held a hand to his mouth and felt to his knees and let out one wail.
Why does it have to be this way? Am I truly going to end my life like this? Will she even care? No, she has Austria now. She'll have no time for me.
A stray tear fell from his eyes and he dry heaved twice. There was almost no one on the bridge with him at this point. The rush hour passed. He glanced around at the few people passing him and shakily hopped onto the outside of the railing. He let out shaky breaths as he secured himself on the precipice of life and death.
I tried, Eliza. I really did. I tried to be happy for you. I even agreed to walk you down the gottdammt aisle for fucks sake. I knew I couldn't do it. I bet I screwed up your wedding now. You should be waiting for me now. In your white dress befitting of a princess. You're probably incredibly furious that I'm late. I'm sorry, Eliza. But, I won't be coming. I'm so sorry... so god damn sorry.
He took a deep breath and loosened his grip on the railing. He held his arms apart, leaning back against the bridge so he didn't fall yet.
I guess this is it.
He shut his eyes and tears streaked down his cheeks. He leaned forward.
I guess this is goodbye.
writers note:::
hi! this is the first drabble, I hope it wasn't too crappy since I did it in five minutes. Let me know if you felt feelings because of it, probably sad or distressed. Drop a review or two, request a new character.
-kindofanoxymoron