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Characters: Grovyle from PMD2/3

Summary: Grovyle's thoughts about his life as he's dying…but it's up to you to decide what/who he's reflecting about, exactly. Do tell me your theories in your review :) (P.S, is fairly dark)

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

~Without even realising,

These tears fall on my cheek-

I'm trying to hide the heartbeat of my sorrow~

I'm the scholar that reads between the lines just to fall through them, in the hopes that the sprawling white spaces will be friendlier than the blackness of the letters that leave me behind. I'm the knight that feeds off of emotions paled by rationality just to see if some of them will rub off on me. I'm the king with a crown of responsibility resting atop my head; I'm the peasant that shrouds himself in rags of recklessness and frigid temperatures. I'm the kid that is so terribly, blessedly old that I should have died centuries ago.

maybe i already have

~Even if this voice fades,

This melody shall not fade~

…Daydreaming offers no relief to the grounded. Nightmares are horrors to those who ask for dreams…

…I'll chase myself through this labyrinth once more, and then I promise I'll go to sleep- I'll press my hands up against those shadow-sky walls and pray for a childhood that ended before it began and smiles that are dimmed by the moon that just keeps on shining…

…There's death everywhere, along with betrayal and friendship and everything that I want to spit out of my mouth- everything I fear and loathe and love, all bundled into one delirium-edged package called life…

everything is coming apart at the seams

~When I can't confess anything,

I can't say goodbye, too~

(She's the one that clings to quickly-fading photographs that she, one day, will become. She's the one that wipes away tears with pity-laden fingers, and blows kisses that land with the scent of unawareness and words unspoken. She's the one that paints my world a sunset that banishes all clouds, even if she'll never know. She's the one that fills the empty spaces between us with a chemistry that zings through the air like thunder and lightning, two particles colliding again and again and not caring just how destructive the situation becomes.)

short - lived clarity is better than none at all

~In this night sky I pray

For that smile to remain forever~

Snapshots filter through a mind that will die at the hands of old age, so why bother living through them? They'll fall like sand between your fingers anyway, drip drip dripping as I fall up the stairs and tumble into your arms-

-Cover my eyes with laced hands, and try and warm such total glaciation in the hope that it will transfer from me to you-

-Depression is toxic, and is corrosive in your mouth: you can taste it behind your plastered-on smile, I can see-

-All I can do is hope that one day the laughter behind your eyes fractures so that you can finally see that I should never be yours, and no matter how tightly your clinging-vine arms hold me my heart will act as the shears, slowly but surely cutting you free.

senescence will be your downfall

~I think it would be wonderful if I could spend another morning with you.

Even if that's only a mere hope,

It's the only miracle I can imagine~

These words are tripping over themselves in tandem with the destiny whose pastime is taking and taking and taking and never giving back

It's the ones that are dead inside who are truly immortal, and the ones that allow inked-over tears to overflow that end up drowning in them

Hope is the thing with feathers, and its wings are coming apart in a free-fall; its chest is being opened up stitch by single stitch, and I'm just praying that it hits the ground before they start picking at its brain

I wish that she'll live a long and happy life…with him

Lightness has never been so terrifying

'Even if I were to disappear…I wouldn't truly disappear. Everything ends eventually. Even if history is not changed…even if the world of darkness continues in its current state…eventually the day will come when I won't be here anymore. Since that's the case, the timing doesn't matter. The important thing is not how long you live: it's what you accomplish with your life.' Words flood my eyes so easily now, and I wish she was here to see me finally break down

Death isn't happening as suddenly as I imagined, but I'm glad that I'm no longer afraid to hold you

'And that spirit could be passed along to others. And so, if I were to disappear…I think all that I've accomplished would go on. That is…that would mean…that it's living, right?' No, but it will suffice

Sunlight is dazzling, and maybe lightness isn't so frightening after all

We tried our best, didn't we? We fought. At least we fought

We'll meet again, someday, the three of us

~And when I think that the end

Will come, someday~

Even for a hero, the ending is inevitable.