Yet another part. (^^ ish on writing spree) This switches points of veiw
from Zim and Dib, but I will distuguish who is talking throughout the
story. It starts out the same night as the previous chapters.
(Zim)
You told me that night that this isn't a world worth saving. I can still make out the outline of your body, standing against the moonlight, fragile, almost unreal. I can still remember the wistful look on your face, the look that drew me to your house that night. You didn't want to see me there, hair still tousled from the wind and your defences down. But I came in anyway. You were so beautiful out there on your roof, and somehow you remained that way, even with your indignant glare that you gave me as I let myself in to your house. In a way, I think it was your fault I came to your door that night.
I had never been able to get a good look at your house before. I looked around in awe for quite some time, all the while you protesting my being there. Eventually, you gave up and invited me to sit down. We sat in silence for a while. You wouldn't look at me. Then you asked me why I was in your house so late at night. I asked you in return why you were on your roof. Your head snapped up suddenly. "You saw," was your simple responce. The expression on your face made it seem like I had unwantedly invaded
a part of you. Still not looking at me, you asked why I was watching you anyway. I didn't say a thing. How could I? So we sat there. You started to cry. It shocked me, but I held you. I held you until I could see nothing else, and I said you were beautiful. I think…that you were right about the world.
(Dib)
I told you that this wasn't a world worth saving. Well? Do you belive me? Or do you still believe, like a fool, that humans are innately good? Did you ever? I do. I remember that cold night, on the roof, wanting to fly. It wasn't my first sleepless night, and I thought little of it. And then, you showed up, all of the sudden, at my door. You walked on in, despite my protests. I didn't want you there, I too upset to deal with you. But I gave up and let you sit down.
You told me you saw. I was mad, at first. I had been so vulnerable, let myself be weak. Mad at myself, mad at you for seeing. So I cried. Then, you held me. Accually held me. I have not been held for years. Told me I was beautiful. Beautiful? I cried harder, you took it back. You let go suddenly, akwardly. I grasped onto your hand as you pulled away, with some despiration. I suddenly wanted you to stay. I still wonder if you would have loved me, just until morning. I wonder if you did.
(Zim)
I said you were beautiful. That wasn't fair. I regreted saying it when your tears came faster, and I let go. I don't even know why I said it, after I had told myself many times that I did not think it. But you grabbed on to my hand. You began to hold me, tightly, desperatly, as though the wind might blow me away. It wouldn't be smart of me to say I had no choice at that point. Maybe what I did was for the best. You made me want to stay. I wanted to just hold you back, until we could just forget about everything. But instead, I ran.
(Dib)
My grip on your hand didn't cease, and I suddenly embraced you. It didn't make sence. I don't think I should have even trusted you. Maybe I just needed a reason to live. Was I using you? I'm not sure. It didn't matter though, because then you jerked away, and ran.
So now you are back again. It has been almost two years, and we have not talked since that night. I don't know why you are back. But I walk over to you. You stay there, unmoving. Why are you back?
(Zim)
So now I am back again. Standing at your doorstep. It has been one and a half years years, and you are fifteen. I have not spoken to you since. Not really. I don't know what to say. It is late again, and still it has been to long to care. You told me that night this wasn't a world worth saving. Maybe you were right, but for now…I can hold you till we can't see that.
(Zim)
You told me that night that this isn't a world worth saving. I can still make out the outline of your body, standing against the moonlight, fragile, almost unreal. I can still remember the wistful look on your face, the look that drew me to your house that night. You didn't want to see me there, hair still tousled from the wind and your defences down. But I came in anyway. You were so beautiful out there on your roof, and somehow you remained that way, even with your indignant glare that you gave me as I let myself in to your house. In a way, I think it was your fault I came to your door that night.
I had never been able to get a good look at your house before. I looked around in awe for quite some time, all the while you protesting my being there. Eventually, you gave up and invited me to sit down. We sat in silence for a while. You wouldn't look at me. Then you asked me why I was in your house so late at night. I asked you in return why you were on your roof. Your head snapped up suddenly. "You saw," was your simple responce. The expression on your face made it seem like I had unwantedly invaded
a part of you. Still not looking at me, you asked why I was watching you anyway. I didn't say a thing. How could I? So we sat there. You started to cry. It shocked me, but I held you. I held you until I could see nothing else, and I said you were beautiful. I think…that you were right about the world.
(Dib)
I told you that this wasn't a world worth saving. Well? Do you belive me? Or do you still believe, like a fool, that humans are innately good? Did you ever? I do. I remember that cold night, on the roof, wanting to fly. It wasn't my first sleepless night, and I thought little of it. And then, you showed up, all of the sudden, at my door. You walked on in, despite my protests. I didn't want you there, I too upset to deal with you. But I gave up and let you sit down.
You told me you saw. I was mad, at first. I had been so vulnerable, let myself be weak. Mad at myself, mad at you for seeing. So I cried. Then, you held me. Accually held me. I have not been held for years. Told me I was beautiful. Beautiful? I cried harder, you took it back. You let go suddenly, akwardly. I grasped onto your hand as you pulled away, with some despiration. I suddenly wanted you to stay. I still wonder if you would have loved me, just until morning. I wonder if you did.
(Zim)
I said you were beautiful. That wasn't fair. I regreted saying it when your tears came faster, and I let go. I don't even know why I said it, after I had told myself many times that I did not think it. But you grabbed on to my hand. You began to hold me, tightly, desperatly, as though the wind might blow me away. It wouldn't be smart of me to say I had no choice at that point. Maybe what I did was for the best. You made me want to stay. I wanted to just hold you back, until we could just forget about everything. But instead, I ran.
(Dib)
My grip on your hand didn't cease, and I suddenly embraced you. It didn't make sence. I don't think I should have even trusted you. Maybe I just needed a reason to live. Was I using you? I'm not sure. It didn't matter though, because then you jerked away, and ran.
So now you are back again. It has been almost two years, and we have not talked since that night. I don't know why you are back. But I walk over to you. You stay there, unmoving. Why are you back?
(Zim)
So now I am back again. Standing at your doorstep. It has been one and a half years years, and you are fifteen. I have not spoken to you since. Not really. I don't know what to say. It is late again, and still it has been to long to care. You told me that night this wasn't a world worth saving. Maybe you were right, but for now…I can hold you till we can't see that.