An indescribable disease has consumed my soul and sanity. A disease that
eats my inner-peace slowly, and painfully. A deadly disease that slaughters
the living mind Killing me with sorrow and regret. I loved you, so much. How
can one love when the other doesn't love back? I tired so hard to receive
your acceptance. I presented you with all I had, my love. But yet all you ever
did was ungratefully return it. My tears cried out to you, I needed your love.
Your love was the only remedy for this disease. I placed the silvery blade to
my throat, that wretched day. My life was sacrificed, for your love. My
tortured soul exited my dead body. The funeral, you were there. You were
over my grave, crying of my loss. Your dozen roses lay atop my grave, fresh
every day of the year. Dozens of photos of you and I lay on your work desk.
Maybe you did love me, Duo. I am sorry, Shinigami.
~heero~