"I Cry"
AN: From Helga's POV about life itself. Yeah. . .mostly what I feel, but I hate doing stuff about ME(coughyeahrightcough). Too Much Boy Sets Fire. Oh yeah. . .must listen to song to get it. And pay attention or you also won't get it. Oh, sorry it's so short. And the song's name is In Hope and it's by Boy Sets Fire. Cool song.
Disclaimer: I don't own whatever this story is going to be about. (I had no idea at the time)
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No, despite what it may look like, I'm not trying to blind myself. I am simply looking into the sun. It still hasn't gone out. There is still light. Even though the sun is setting, there is still some light to see by. Funny, seems impossible to me that I could see any way out of this. I look downward over the ledge on which I stand. I used to be scared of heights. I'm not now. I welcome them. The tips of my feet are hanging over the edge of a thirty story building right now, contemplating what to do. "In the dark it is easy to pretend that the truth is what it ought to be" the words of Eric the Phantom ring in my ears. The man that everyone thought was so monstrous. It is easy to pretend in the dark. But you can't even see what you're doing if you don't have SOME light.
That's right. I at least have SOME light. The sun is merely setting, and I have hours before it goes down completely. Still, the bother that brought me face to face with the sun still nags. Out of the corner of my eye I see a few people gather below. Maybe I should give them a show and do it. Maybe I should. What harm would it do? But there's still hope. I whisper something merely to myself as I edge closer toward the drop, "In hope there's an answer. . .", I fall gracefully down and down. Tears stream from my cheeks as my back breaks from the pressure the rope that I had tied around my waist swiftly pulls me away from a horrible death. They keep coming freely as I dangle from the cord and finish my sentence nearly inaudibly ". . .And in hope I cry."
AN: From Helga's POV about life itself. Yeah. . .mostly what I feel, but I hate doing stuff about ME(coughyeahrightcough). Too Much Boy Sets Fire. Oh yeah. . .must listen to song to get it. And pay attention or you also won't get it. Oh, sorry it's so short. And the song's name is In Hope and it's by Boy Sets Fire. Cool song.
Disclaimer: I don't own whatever this story is going to be about. (I had no idea at the time)
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No, despite what it may look like, I'm not trying to blind myself. I am simply looking into the sun. It still hasn't gone out. There is still light. Even though the sun is setting, there is still some light to see by. Funny, seems impossible to me that I could see any way out of this. I look downward over the ledge on which I stand. I used to be scared of heights. I'm not now. I welcome them. The tips of my feet are hanging over the edge of a thirty story building right now, contemplating what to do. "In the dark it is easy to pretend that the truth is what it ought to be" the words of Eric the Phantom ring in my ears. The man that everyone thought was so monstrous. It is easy to pretend in the dark. But you can't even see what you're doing if you don't have SOME light.
That's right. I at least have SOME light. The sun is merely setting, and I have hours before it goes down completely. Still, the bother that brought me face to face with the sun still nags. Out of the corner of my eye I see a few people gather below. Maybe I should give them a show and do it. Maybe I should. What harm would it do? But there's still hope. I whisper something merely to myself as I edge closer toward the drop, "In hope there's an answer. . .", I fall gracefully down and down. Tears stream from my cheeks as my back breaks from the pressure the rope that I had tied around my waist swiftly pulls me away from a horrible death. They keep coming freely as I dangle from the cord and finish my sentence nearly inaudibly ". . .And in hope I cry."