Balconies and Betrayal

by Sinister Outcast

A depressing story about how a king's primal urges led to the downfall of a sweet prince. Marshall will do all in his power to redeem himself of his inexcusable actions if only his love would stay conscious long enough to hear his apology.

3. One more night

Tonight is the 3 year anniversary of the night Marshall and I first met, or at least it was going to be. Tonight is also

the last night I wait for him. I'm so very tired. Tired of waiting, tired of crying, tired of life. My life now lies in the bass

players hands that are Marshall Lee's. If he does not come to my balcony The know that fate has bestowed that I

shall go through with my plan. That is why next to me is a bottle of pills and vodka.

I'm waiting... Hours go by and yet I still wait. Why? it's obvious that he does not care for me, so why not?

I take the prescription bottle and spill its contents into the palm of my hand I open my mouth wide and feel all the

smooth slick capsules trickle to the back of my throat. I take the bottle of vodka in my hand and take a swig of the vile

alcoholic drink. After I feel the last of the pills trickle down my windpipe I feel a tear fall down my rosy cheeks, but I

quickly wipe it away, no tears. Not this time.

I lay my head against the part of the wall where it connects with the balcony, after a little while my head begins to

throb faintly. It's begun. The world is spinning around me, it's happening, I'm dying. I close my eyes as I begin to

fade into the eternal void of death, and I don't intend on opening them ever again.

I'm far too gone to wake up on my own, but before death can pull me in I hear Marshall.

"I'm here Bubba."

~He came.