Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed
a/n: just something I did to try out for Power of the Pen at my school—probably the only thing I actually tried and fully participated at my school—didn't get in but I was reading it and it reminded me a lot about Chris so I tweaked it a bit…ok shutting up now
Was it in the stars? Could he possibly be cursed for all his life that he may live? Why was he forbidden? Why was it she had to die? He loved her. She was his happiness. She was his life. She was his forbidden love.
Why was it when he finally began to get the desires he wished for he had to die and leave the world he finally fixed? The world was on his shoulders and the world was heavy. Why was it he was forbidden to live?
Anyone who he cared for died or left. Anyone he told "I love you," too was taken away from him. It was like he wasn't allowed to have happiness. Like he was to blame. He was the family shame.
As he lay there, dying, it was like a strange surrealism he had to endure. His mind told him logic but his heart told him no.
"Why do you have to be so stubborn?!" his brother had hissed at him. His neck still hurt from feeling his brother's wrath within his powers. He had never seen him so angry before. He had never felt him so angry. Twice he tried to crush in neck in. Twice he had ripped him to shreds.
"I never want to see you again." That had hurt. That had hurt a lot. That had stung. The only reason he hadn't broken down was because of them and they had kicked him out. Leaving him to dwell on the thought of death and lose alone.
His green eyes were clouded. Clouded with the tears he was not willing to drop. But the tiny drops of his soul defied him anyways and ran down his cheeks. His brown hair a mess, his cheeks flushed. He dropped to his knees and cried out. He yelled at the sky. He threw rocks out as he cursed. He cursed everything from the bottom of the underworld to the top of the stars. At that moment he hated everything. He lay down as the sleet began and cried himself to sleep.
He woke up the next morning, cold and shaking. The sun was barely up but he could still see everything. One who has nothing sees everything. It was one of his many curses. The city lights flickered away as dawn approached. What was he thinking about that caused him such pain the night before? O yeah…That's right. Immediately he regretted remembering. Begging for a spell of amnesia.
He looked up at the rock angel that stood tall above him. It was smiling but it was looking over his head. Looking over him. Leaving him behind.
"Don't mind me. I'm just the guy who slept on the ground all night." He grumbled. Biting his lip he gave the angel a silent apology. Sorry. Shoving his hands in his pockets he walked away ashamed. Ashamed of himself. He was contradicting himself. He always was. But the damn world had to be so freaking complicated. Was it really his fault for getting a headache?
Feeling something at the bottom corner of his pocket he pulled out his right hand. What lay in his palm was the small silver ring he gave to her the night before he left. But then it was given back to him the night she had left. Gone. Forever. His forbidden love, his forbidden life, his forbidden happiness was gone forever.
a/n: really short I know but I only had so long to write. Tell me what you think.