Why?
That's all I can seem to ask. Why would she do this to herself? Why would she do this for us? …Why would she do this to us?
I know it seems like I'm being unfair, but I can't help it. She's my best friend! She's my childhood sweetheart! She's my girl! And she's doing this to herself! She's literally killing herself!
I want to break down and cry, I really do, but… I can't. I love her, but I can't shed a single tear for her. Why?
It all comes back to 'why,' doesn't it?
Why did I have to fall in love with her? I'd given away my heart before I knew I could. …Why?
Why her? She's so sweet and innocent. Why must she suffer like this? Why would she willingly suffer so?
Of course, I know why. It's because she's so sweet, so kind and caring and innocent. She loves life… So she gives her own to save others. Is there nothing I can do to save her? Please, Martel, if you truly love your children, please, let me save her!
I struggle futilely to reach her, held back by Genis of all people, and only manage to break free just before Raine reaches us to help him.
Please, Remiel, surely you can't wish this on your daughter! But, he's not her father. I hear her voice echo in my mind, reassuring me, telling me it'll be okay, telling me she knew. Her wings gently lift her into the air, her eyes close for a brief moment, and when they reopen, they're not Colette's. They're soulless, crimson eyes. The eyes of an Angel.
Oh, Colette… Why?
I don't like this one as much as The Tower, but figured I'd post it anyway, it's been sitting on my comp since I wrote it during NaNo. And the funny thing? I'm a Shelloyd fan before anything else. Ah well, I hope you enjoyed!