Hi! This is just a random drabble that I wrote really quickly this morning when I woke up. Please tell me if there is anything wrong with it because when I say 'really quickly' that means about ten minutes. I would really like to do a drabble series, so if anyone has any prompts that they'd like me to do, please review and tell me, because I cannot get PM's. Enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: Micheal Buckley owns SG. I am not Micheal Buckley.

Death

Falling through the darkness,

All alone,

In death and sorrow,

The eternal sleep had sent him away from Earth,

That had taken everything from him,

Almost everything,

But not quite,

For he was accompanied in his mind, by a girl,

With long blonde hair,

And sparkling blue eyes,

With a sharp tongue,

And an easy charm,

The girl that he loved,

And would love forever,

He could suffer silently,

Or he could not.

He could choose one of two options,

But it wasn't a hard choice;

He could wait for her forever,

'Till the day she joined him in hell,

For even his angel could not make it to heaven.

Waiting,

On the side lines of her life,

Watching over her,

Like an angel,

But not quite,

For he was too much of a villain to be considered angelic,

Although, to her,

He would always be a hero.

Or, the second option,

The one not even worth considering,

He could hide,

Bury himself in the darkest depths of hell and cry,

Cry for his life,

Cry for his death,

Cry for his loved one, for there was only one,

Cry that she was still living,

Far, far away from him,

But that would be too easy, too painful,

Too … pathetic, per say,

To diminish his manliness for a mere girl.

But, unbeknownst to him, she'd done it too,

She'd suffered silently as well,

Waiting to talk to him,

To tell him how she felt,

Before it was too late,

But death stole him from her,

It's evil hands clutching and grabbing at his soul,

Dooming him to an eternal hell,

But not quite,

For though he now lived in Satan's lair,

He would still have the memory of blonde hair,

Of blue eyes that sparkled in the sun,

And biting wit that was, in itself, a charm,

So he would almost be alone,

But not quite.

Ok, there we go. That was actually really fun to write! I don't particularly like to write dialogue because when you're doing Sabrina and Puck you have all these wonderful insults, but when I start writing it, I always try and make up my own ones, and then I'll just sit there for half an hour before coming out with some half-formed shit that doesn't sound remotely like anything either of them would say.

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