A/N This is from the PoV of ... someone. I won't say who, 'cause that'd be
telling! You're meant to try and guess on your own! All will be revealed in
the next chapter, which won't be someone's PoV.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the very unoriginal storyline. The wee quote at the end is from Moulin Rouge.
I'm a broken arrow. It isn't natural, to feel this way. I have this, but I suppose I'm only a pawn to the hands of destiny. Destiny sucks. I feel so wrong, yet so…..right. But this isn't the way it should be! I keep telling myself, you're wrong wrong wrong, but then as soon as I see him smile or so much as flick his gorgeous hair out of his gorgeous eyes then suddenly that doesn't make sense anymore. Why is it wrong? Why isn't that the way it should be?
I suppose I can't really describe how I feel anymore. Every time I think it just comes out in a jumble and then I think about it so much to make it make sense that it seems even more confusing than it was before and I get a headache. It's not fair, to admire and….possibly love and receive nothing back.
Every time he laughs, every time I hear his voice, watch him think, eat, yell, I can feel my heart being shredded to pieces slowly and painfully. And there's nothing I can do.
Red is the colour of love, they say, and it's also the colour of danger, and of blood. My feelings are red. My heart is red, but then I think, what's a heart? It's a lump of flesh, an organ that keeps you alive, my heart is just an organ filled with veins and arteries and can be cut up and split with one slice of a knife. My heart is nothing to someone else. My heart keeps me alive, yet it makes me feel so wrong, what is that? Why do you love with your heart?
Can you love with your soul? Your soul is just a part of you, something you know is there, and it brings all feeling to your life. Surely it's better to love with your soul than with your heart? Or should you love with your entire body, every muscle, every nerve dedicated to another? Because somehow, I feel that he's inside of my very soul, every time he looks at me, inside my very veins and that's when I fall apart.
And then, there's a tiny part of me that thinks, well, maybe, just maybe, there's a possibility that he likes you. There's a hope that he cares for you in the same way you care about him. Sadly, it's only a tiny part near my knee, which doesn't hold much hope for me. It will never happen.
Why is love so great, if it makes you feel this way? "It is love that moves the sun and the other stars" I mean, what is that all about? Love just sucks if you're loving and not being loved back.
But somehow, in a way that I can't explain, it's dragging me down into a pool of something we call obsession. Love is an injustice sometimes.
I love Seamus Finnigan.
~The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love, and be loved in return~
A/N Argh! That was terrible I know, but I admitted it so don't flame me. I'm not stopping, either, there'll be another chapter, but that's because I feel like writing and I know nobody's going to beg for more.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the very unoriginal storyline. The wee quote at the end is from Moulin Rouge.
I'm a broken arrow. It isn't natural, to feel this way. I have this, but I suppose I'm only a pawn to the hands of destiny. Destiny sucks. I feel so wrong, yet so…..right. But this isn't the way it should be! I keep telling myself, you're wrong wrong wrong, but then as soon as I see him smile or so much as flick his gorgeous hair out of his gorgeous eyes then suddenly that doesn't make sense anymore. Why is it wrong? Why isn't that the way it should be?
I suppose I can't really describe how I feel anymore. Every time I think it just comes out in a jumble and then I think about it so much to make it make sense that it seems even more confusing than it was before and I get a headache. It's not fair, to admire and….possibly love and receive nothing back.
Every time he laughs, every time I hear his voice, watch him think, eat, yell, I can feel my heart being shredded to pieces slowly and painfully. And there's nothing I can do.
Red is the colour of love, they say, and it's also the colour of danger, and of blood. My feelings are red. My heart is red, but then I think, what's a heart? It's a lump of flesh, an organ that keeps you alive, my heart is just an organ filled with veins and arteries and can be cut up and split with one slice of a knife. My heart is nothing to someone else. My heart keeps me alive, yet it makes me feel so wrong, what is that? Why do you love with your heart?
Can you love with your soul? Your soul is just a part of you, something you know is there, and it brings all feeling to your life. Surely it's better to love with your soul than with your heart? Or should you love with your entire body, every muscle, every nerve dedicated to another? Because somehow, I feel that he's inside of my very soul, every time he looks at me, inside my very veins and that's when I fall apart.
And then, there's a tiny part of me that thinks, well, maybe, just maybe, there's a possibility that he likes you. There's a hope that he cares for you in the same way you care about him. Sadly, it's only a tiny part near my knee, which doesn't hold much hope for me. It will never happen.
Why is love so great, if it makes you feel this way? "It is love that moves the sun and the other stars" I mean, what is that all about? Love just sucks if you're loving and not being loved back.
But somehow, in a way that I can't explain, it's dragging me down into a pool of something we call obsession. Love is an injustice sometimes.
I love Seamus Finnigan.
~The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love, and be loved in return~
A/N Argh! That was terrible I know, but I admitted it so don't flame me. I'm not stopping, either, there'll be another chapter, but that's because I feel like writing and I know nobody's going to beg for more.