I do not own Kim Possible or any related characters, they are the exclusive property of Disney and used in this story without official permission.

AN: I have been thinking of something to do for Valentine's Day: hence, this came up. I wanted to do something cheerful, but after listening to Valentine's Day by Linkin Park, let's just say that it ruined the mojo yet created a whole new one, and this is the birth of it. I would be honored with your reviews, dear readers, it was a little hard to write, butkinda fun too; more depressing than anything...--;;

This is my Valentine's Day project. I don't think I can write anything like this again, way of killing the mood and pressing depressing thought. Enough of me and this, hope you can still enjoy some of it...(sweat drop)

Title: Our Valentine's Day
Summary: This is written in PoV from Kim's part facing someone's death (read to know, no spoilers here, sorry) and a light conclusion for her thoughts.
Genre: Angst / Tragedy
Rating: Rated M for the angsty scene
Status: One-shot (that should say it all, but for those who just want reasurance on this yet dreading the answer, this one is: yeah, this is complete. this does not mean that I might not make a story based on this, just gimmie reviews and feedbacks, and i might...no promises though, sorry...)
Characters: Kim P. / Ron S.; ??? / Shego (sorry kigo shippers, but when you read it, you'll understand why this paring and not Kim. P / Shego...)

WARNING: Please read my notes before reading, it might help understand all the data above, and if you ask in your reviews any of questions already answered here, your answer will be: Please read my notes on the chappie, thank you. (I am not normally so cold, but you have been warned...¬¬)

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Forever I have been alone, but you were always besides me. Even when we were in a multitude and I was alone, you were with me. I stopped being alone, with you by my side. I grew into you, but I still felt alone.

We were together, we were one, we were happy. You were like a brother to me, but you were yet so much more... I could never really understand this feeling, until now. Just when we got to confront each other on our feelings, you go away, forever...

That day, when I couldn't save you, you don't know how I deeply regret it. It was just another day at Bueno Nacho, at our usual booth, but the day stopped being usual as someone came in to rob our eating place. I sprang to action, and went to get the villain; you stood emotionless and motionless, and then shoved me aside. The bullet fired took you instead of me, and I now cannot live without you here, besides me. I never knew it would be this way...

That day, I stopped living. My heart turned to stone, and then, along with my insides, turned to ashes. Slowly, I began to lose myself in an insane reality without you. I finally collapsed in myself that day as I lay in bed, all alone. My ashes blew away with the black wind, scattered throughout the world, looking for a sign of you, a sign of your life... Everything became cold and numb, when the black wind blew my ashes away, never for me to see remains of myself. Gloom, no matter how sunny the day, always went by my side instead of you; ever since that night, I see no light...

I used to be my own protection, I stopped being when you stopped breathing and took that bullet for me. Not now, not any more, also because I have lost my path; what am I to do without you, beloved?! Is there life without you, can I love someone else!?!? After you have died, because of me, I am afraid to love again, fearing to have that other person killed, because of me, again. Can I love, after having being with you? The same wind that took my ashes, took you away, from me, from my sight, and I can no longer live without you, I am the living dead as my day grows in darkness, there is no light, no hope...

Clouds gather in a conglomeration, so dissatisfied that the black wind are shoving them aside. They want to mourn for you, I know! They want to cry with me, over your loss!! For more illogical that it might sound, I know that it is this way. I would feel it in my insides, but they are ashes, blown by the black wind. And this heartless wind keeps blowing.

The ground is cold. I didn't know that today was the day. I cannot allow myself to accept this. But I cannot go with you, I am alive, and you are dead; but I feel so dead inside, that I know it shouldn't matter. I have lost my feeling; I would be in despair, as they put you down inside this cold ground, I would feel empty and hollow, but I no longer feel. I am drowning in my own anguish and pain; that's the only thing I can feel - the only thing I allow myself to feel. And this heartless wind kept blowing, blowing, not caring, not interested, the one to take my ashes, the one to take you away. It hurts...so much...that not even tears are enough to show this pain.

So now you're gone, and I was wrong; I never knew what it was like, to be alone. Today is Valentine's Day, this day I was going to give myself to you, without hesitation, and bear the consequences with happiness, but now you are gone and I was wrong, so wrong. I would feel alone even besides you, even when I wasn't and now that you are not here, I know what it is like, to be truly alone... I used to be my own protection, but not now, because my mind has lost direction, when I lost you. I fear for my sanity and for those besides me.

I now contemplate a razor, a blade, wishing to sink it into my flesh and show everyone my pain in this crimson red. Blood for blood, mine for yours; if only this could bring you back to life, if only you would come back for me, and give me eternal rest by your side. I never knew, what alone truly was, you were forever by my side.

"Now you know, what it is like," a voice so far away tells me, the only real sound I can hear, "to be me, but I never wished this upon you."

A green flame flickers around and about, is that hope? Green color of hope; flame spark of life. A name comes to mind, but I cannot speak it. You were afraid of her, even in the end, but not afraid of a bullet. I cannot help but feel so helpless, and yet I feel warm. Around the glowing hand gathers my ashes; is this person my salvation, or my doom? Can I actually move on, without you?

'Yes, you must, or I would have given my life for nothing...' I can hear you, I look around everywhere but you are nowhere, and I cry over your loss, and I cry over my stupidity. I won't let your death be in vain, I promise. So I go to this person, this green glow, this green warmth, and cry on their shoulder.

You are my new hope, but I do not know if there is any hope left for me...