Disclaimer: Don't own them, they own me.
Warning: angst
A/N: Just something that slipped (again).
"Show me how it ends it's alright" - Breaking Benjamin (So Cold)
Then and there, you stood above me, and I thought this was the end, and there was something oddly reassuring in the fact that it would be your hand ending all this misery… But you didn't. Your hand never trembling, eyes forever unreadable, you didn't deliver the final blow. Why?
It would be so convenient to say it was because somewhere inside your heart there is still a part that hadn't forsaken me completely… Oh, pretty dreams of a child. Yes, once… Once I knew I had a place there, once, that time seems so far away like the stars above my head… Do you look up at the stars like I do and remember the time you held me and said 'forever'?
How long is forever? Once, once I believed forever never ended, and I remember those days with the taste of honey in my mouth. We were friends, brothers in arms swearing loyalty to each other above everyone else, perpetual rivals in war and chained together in love. It all seems so long ago…
What are we now? All I know is that when I saw you I felt so much hatred I could've killed you for leaving me to die like a disowned dog… Your betrayal hurt me more than the cursed knowledge of what I've become. How could you? From everything when did I become nothing? I wish I could hide my face forever… We are nothing what we used to be. Are we enemies then? Yet you didn't kill me when you had the chance… I can't read you anymore. Could I ever?
So many questions without answer, I can't even figure myself out. If we are enemies now, why is this strange void inside me I forget about when you throw old teasings as real offences into my face? Why is it your voice chills me to the bone, so deeply familiar and yet so very alien in its icy smoothness? When you stood above me, eyes cold and merciless like the blade of your precious Masamune pressing into the skin of my throat, turning away without drawing blood, why did I feel like crying?