If stars were tears, then the sky is weeping floodlights tonight.
Empty doesn't even begin to describe how I feel.
Sorrow doesn't even begin to describe what this pain is inside me.
It's like all I want is for him to understand that love is something I never got a chance to feel until now.
Doesn't he know that his arms are all I need, that his eyes are my soul, that deep inside, all that is good in me has been poured into wanting him? Doesn't he feel the same for me? Whenever I see him, my heart thumps, and if he talks to me, I smile, and if he smiles back, it's like something inside crumples. Sweetly broken. Is that possible, or is it just what I came up with to explain my feelings? Can I be sweetly broken inside? Can this love be possible?
I'm the happiest person in the world, and yet the saddest and most empty soul, loving him.
The moon is like a smile tonight, but what he has to smile about I don't know.
She doesn't know. How can she? She doesn't know about the pain inside me, how my brain wants to explode when I see her, how her touch makes me warm, how her lips set me on fire. If love were a killer, then I've died ten thousand times over for her. If love is water, I drowned a long time ago. If love is pain, I'm screaming. And if love is a tear, just a single tear, then it's already been shed and dried.
Her beautiful dark skin, her amber eyes, her slim figure. I need her. The day she leaves is the day I die. I don't remember when I fell in love with her, but I know I'll never fall out. The world can crumble, Atmos can be conquered, the Dark Ace can win. All that matters is her. If I can't love her, then what can I do?
All this time, I've been hiding from myself what I really care about. If I was a different person, if I wasn't a hero, a warrior, could she have me? Could she feel the same way? The night used to comfort me, but this blue reminds me of her.
I had a million reasons to leave. Her anger, her rejection, her tears...
Then I remember what she looks like. How much we've been through.
And the million reasons I had for moving on disappear.
So I was listening to Jeff Buckley sing Hallelujah, and it reminded me of Aerrow and Piper for some reason. Just that pain, that feeling of unspoken love. I had to write it down, so I decided to do a chapter from their point of view.
Sorry it's not really part of the story line, but I felt compelled to explore their feelings a bit more.