AN: So, I wrote this a while ago. It was my first attempt at the first prompt for the writing competition my friends are doing. I meant to post it forever ago, but I forgot. I'm not sure if I'm going to finish the remember me story because I kind of like where it ended. But I'll see. And I'm posting this from my phone so it'll be a bit weird. The prompt was Valkyrie died; Skulduggery depressed. Anyway here's the story.
She was gone. And with her went everything he had in life. She was his everything. She was the reason he was still around. He had loved her. He'd known her since she was twelve. He watched her mature and grown. Slowly he became more and more attached to this girl.
This girl that should have gone down as hero, but died as a monster.
They made a promise. Until the end. Together, they were supposed to go together. He was supposed to protect her. But he couldn't do that. In the end he always failed her. When she doubted herself and wanted to give up. He watched. He just watched, telling her small things as a way of hiding who he really was. She considered herself a failure, but really it was him who failed. He couldn't have saved her. But he could've helped her. But in the end it was always him who failed her, because she could never fail him.
She never will fail him. Not even in death. He had told her that once. It was one of the only things he told her. There was so much more he had wanted to say. So much more she needed to hear.
He could've saved her life. In more ways than one, but he was too afraid. When it came down to it. It was he who should be considered the monster and her the hero, but life didn't work that way.
The true of heart were the ones shamed and the liars are always the ones to go down in history as heroes.
He should've never brought her into this world. This world of monsters and mayhem.
No, he should've brought her in sooner. Because this was the life she was supposed to live. This was the life she chose. This was the life she wanted. Here she was accepted and loved.
For awhile she was happy. They were all happy, but nothing lasts forever. That happy little girl began to change before his eyes into a sad battle hardened warrior. The playful gleam in her eye disappeared leaving emptiness in its place.
Nobody else would have noticed these small changes, but he did. He saw it all happening. He couldn't stop it, because he was the cause of it.
He blamed himself for all the misery she felt in her short life. All the people who died. All weighing down this wonderful girls heart. Each fight forming a new scar. Each death weighing heavier than the last on her soul. Each betrayal pushing her further and further away.
He was the one to bring her into this. He should have been there for her and the others. He tried to protect her. He didn't care about the others only her, but what he didn't see was how much she cared. She cared about everyone and every time someone died or left she broke a little inside.
He forgot that she wasn't like him. Despite everything that had happened to her, she was still good. He wasn't. He didn't care who got in his way. He didn't care who died as long as it wasn't him or her. But she did.
Everyone she met fell instantly in love with her. Not in the way they fell for China, but in a true way. She could charm her way out of any situation and into anyone's hearts. Even his. He didn't think he could love anyone. His skeletal heart was too broken. But slowly this girl pieced it back together.
Sometimes he wished she didn't. He wished he didn't feel anything like before. But he knows she was the best thing to ever happen to him, because of her he stayed away from a very dangerous path if only he could've done the same for her.
In the end he failed her.
