Once more

Like a time bomb

Ticking

He had inevitably triggered

Primed

Unstoppable

Slowly

Surely

Zero.

Tomorrow

Judgement day.

But he will not run.

Defuse

If need be

Throw himself

On the mine.

When the sun rises

His world

Will still stand.

His friend

Will still be there.

And perhaps

It could be

Cynicism be damned

A happy ending.

In another light

Darkness of the room

From under the covers

Sniffling sounds

Break the silence.

A mess of hair and tears.

Tears

Like rivers

Burst their banks

Flow and flood

The expression

Cry her heart out.

Indeed

She cried her heart out.

Two horrible events

Back to back

Will always break

The weak.

One day.

One bad day.

That is how far

Into the abyss

She had fallen.

All it takes

A single card

To topple the whole house.

Her arms

Weakly wrapped

Around a crumpled pillow

The only solace

To fill her

Stave off

The dreadful

Emptiness

Fear.

Sorry.

I am so sorry.

I was selfish

Ignorant

A fool

Tricked countless times

Blindly following

A path

Leading to nowhere

Leading to nothing

And now

The edge is near

End is nigh

There will be no one

To catch me

Save me.

What can sorry do?

What can crying do?

Nothing.

It was her fault.

Did she deserve it?

By vengeance

Her hunger was satisfied

But at what cost?

Faces

Now she feared

They haunted her

Ice cold queen

Blonde prince

The devil herself.

But most of all

Him.

The cynical dead-fish eyed man.

The only man who truly loved her.

His words

A distant echo

Lessons

She had failed

To learn.

Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice, shame on me.

She was fooled for the fourth time.

Whose fault was it?

In the words of the cynic

It was on your own liability.

To move forward, you must learn.

She had not learned

Has she?

Those who cannot learn.

Die.

She withered

At the word

Her tears

Without end

Her voice

Ragged

Her heart

Broken

Dead?

Not yet.

He will criticize her

A foolish and clumsy girl

But afterwards

He will always love her.

Always teaching

The moral

Of each story

The cynic

And the silly girl.

You love someone you need.

Not want.

Someone with true colors.

Not some pretty boy in a mask.

His words rang true.

I wish

If only

He could be mine

A selfish desire

But

I need him.

Regret.

Please.

One more chance.

Save her heart

From shattering

Irrevocable

Death.

To see his smile

Feel his hands

Hold him

Kiss him

Love

Him.

Reminisce

His soothing voice

From his lips

A song

Consolation

It was her

Only her

He would sing it to.

Put her head

On his shoulder,

Hold her in his arms

Put his lips next to hers,

A kiss goodnight

Maybe,

You and I will fall in love.