A/N wow, I wrote two chapters in one hour! Well, here's part four, from
Riff's POV. Enjoy it, it WILL get better. I swear! Disclaimers in part
one.
The days dragged on and on. Everyone could sense that something was wrong, but no one wanted to say anything, afraid to set me off. Someone tried it, and I came very near to killing him. it was funny, it seemed as if I was growing stronger on the outside, when on the inside I was slowly falling apart.
I sickened myself. It was my fault she was gone. What would someone do if they learned that they're beloved general cried himself to sleep every night? And he wallowed in self-pity. Cause that's what's happened to me. I cry every night as I realize that it's my fault that I'm sleeping alone.
But on the outside I was growing stronger from this. I fed off of my depression, I poured myself into work. The troops were starting to hate me, after all, they didn't have the same motivation I had. I would spend full days, and then full nights either on the relatively calm battlefield, or in the planning room, trying to prevent any skirmishes.
My heart and my gut wrenched at the same time. I felt the tears fighting to fall. And I tried to stop them, as usual. But yet, as always, the fell, staining the pillow. Had it really been two weeks? It seemed like an eternity, and yet seemed like nothing.
I missed her so much. The one thing that I questioned was what would I do if I saw her again. Would I hurt her? Or would I welcome her back? Odds are I would end up hurting her. I missed her so much that it hurt me. And when I got hurt, someone else also did. I felt myself starting to sob as I thought of why she was gone. Me and my damn temper.
The days dragged on and on. Everyone could sense that something was wrong, but no one wanted to say anything, afraid to set me off. Someone tried it, and I came very near to killing him. it was funny, it seemed as if I was growing stronger on the outside, when on the inside I was slowly falling apart.
I sickened myself. It was my fault she was gone. What would someone do if they learned that they're beloved general cried himself to sleep every night? And he wallowed in self-pity. Cause that's what's happened to me. I cry every night as I realize that it's my fault that I'm sleeping alone.
But on the outside I was growing stronger from this. I fed off of my depression, I poured myself into work. The troops were starting to hate me, after all, they didn't have the same motivation I had. I would spend full days, and then full nights either on the relatively calm battlefield, or in the planning room, trying to prevent any skirmishes.
My heart and my gut wrenched at the same time. I felt the tears fighting to fall. And I tried to stop them, as usual. But yet, as always, the fell, staining the pillow. Had it really been two weeks? It seemed like an eternity, and yet seemed like nothing.
I missed her so much. The one thing that I questioned was what would I do if I saw her again. Would I hurt her? Or would I welcome her back? Odds are I would end up hurting her. I missed her so much that it hurt me. And when I got hurt, someone else also did. I felt myself starting to sob as I thought of why she was gone. Me and my damn temper.