Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or situations in this story, I'm just using them for a while. Valdemar, Heralds, Companions, and anything else relating to that belong To Mercedes Lackey.
Notes: I'm having a bit of writers black right now, and I'm trying to get past it so I can finish chapter 4 of my Digimon 02/Lord Of The Rings fic"Company".... I hope this story isn't as bad as I think it is....it's only a page or so long.... ^.^;;
Behind The Blue
I suppose in my heart I knew it all along, though I continued to deny it until the end.
I loved him so much that I felt I would die if I wasn't with him, and so I pretended that nothing was wrong. I pretended that in a few hours, or days, or weeks, or even months, things would return to normal and our lives would go on as if nothing had happened.
I wasn't the only one who closed my mind to the reality of the situation; others that loved him did as well. Those who were closest to him closed their minds to the idea that his sanity, his will to live, was gone.
...but...
I was supposed to be infallible, unable to make mistakes. That's what they always say. My kind does not make mistakes. But I did, and I was not the only one who payed for them. There were many, many others...
They'll say that it wasn't my fault, and that it was unavoidable. They'll say that he blocked me out, that there was no way for me to know, that there was nothing I could have done. But I know that isn't true; he could never have blocked me out of his mind completely... the love and hope that we shared went deeper than that...
No.
I did know. I sensed it, and I denied it.
And now...
Thundering after them through the Gate... I'm too late. I'm too late again. I could have stopped this. It could have been prevented. It's my fault. And his... my eyes light on the Other... the one who, besides me, should have known...
The two of us are bound together now, by the guilt we share.
I can't let this continue. I can't.
Turning, I shriek loudly, voicing my anger and grief.
A shout, broken and bleeding, sounds from behind me and I turn.
My eyes, bright blue but now dull with ache, meet his. They are flat and dark.
The pain is too much for even me to bear, but...
"Please, don't!"
It's too late, Love.
It's too late.
:I do not know you.: I tell him coldly, remotely. :You are NOT my Chosen.:
Then I grasp the Bond between us and jerk it away. It shatters, leaving a hole deep inside each of us- a hole that cannot be filled, and a pain that cannot be fixed. I turn from him. This is the only way.
And leaving my broken Love on the hillside, I turn and race...
...to my End.
End
Me: Yeah, that was pretty bad, wasn't it? Oh well. It's done, and that's what matters. I think my writers block is gone now, too, so I can do another chapter of "Company"... ^_^ ... ja!