Author's Note: This is not a sequel to One Day. Please, if you cannot handle yaoi/shounen-ai, death, or other dark stuff, don't read.
Fate Worse Than Death
I should hate you.
Why? Because you're a scum-sucking bastard, that's why.
You killed everything in life that meant anything to me and you've replaced it with endless torture.
It's like pain, only more electrifyingly agonizing. Like desire, only it will never be fulfilled, forever out of reach. Like depression, only you'll always keep on crying and dying in the inside and you'll never get out of the hellhole that you've dug for yourself.
It sickens me. It disgusts me. It kills me.
/Love/. For you.
And the worse part is you didn't do anything at all.
You just came prancing along with that smile of yours and my soul was yours. You didn't try anything; you just smiled.
And that's why I hate you. Because you took everything that was worth anything to me and replaced it with /you/. Displaced revenge, hate, jealousy, envy, bitterness and all those things with an overwhelming love and lust for /you/.
To make you mine and make myself yours.
But that won't happen. You're too deep into that little sorceress of yours.
Screw her.
Screw you.
Screw life.
Having something out of your reach forever and knowing you can't have it because someone else took it is a fate worse than death.
So that's why I screwing everyone over.
Fuck you and fuck life.
Literally.
So why am I writing you a suicide note? Because I thought I'd might as well write something worthwhile to the person I both love and loathe the most in my life while I'm still alive for these last moments.
See you in hell, you maggot-infested Mazoku bastard. Because when you get there, you'll finally knows what it means. And I'll be waiting to torture your carcass and soul with the kind of pain you've so graciously bestowed on me. And I'm going to enjoy every single damned moment of it.
My absolutely worse regards,
Zel
Fate Worse Than Death
I should hate you.
Why? Because you're a scum-sucking bastard, that's why.
You killed everything in life that meant anything to me and you've replaced it with endless torture.
It's like pain, only more electrifyingly agonizing. Like desire, only it will never be fulfilled, forever out of reach. Like depression, only you'll always keep on crying and dying in the inside and you'll never get out of the hellhole that you've dug for yourself.
It sickens me. It disgusts me. It kills me.
/Love/. For you.
And the worse part is you didn't do anything at all.
You just came prancing along with that smile of yours and my soul was yours. You didn't try anything; you just smiled.
And that's why I hate you. Because you took everything that was worth anything to me and replaced it with /you/. Displaced revenge, hate, jealousy, envy, bitterness and all those things with an overwhelming love and lust for /you/.
To make you mine and make myself yours.
But that won't happen. You're too deep into that little sorceress of yours.
Screw her.
Screw you.
Screw life.
Having something out of your reach forever and knowing you can't have it because someone else took it is a fate worse than death.
So that's why I screwing everyone over.
Fuck you and fuck life.
Literally.
So why am I writing you a suicide note? Because I thought I'd might as well write something worthwhile to the person I both love and loathe the most in my life while I'm still alive for these last moments.
See you in hell, you maggot-infested Mazoku bastard. Because when you get there, you'll finally knows what it means. And I'll be waiting to torture your carcass and soul with the kind of pain you've so graciously bestowed on me. And I'm going to enjoy every single damned moment of it.
My absolutely worse regards,
Zel