Asunder
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Aniah
AniaHope@aol.com
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Disc: Cole is holy is Julian MacMahon is LEAVING!. No_fair. I'm SO depressed, now.
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How many times did we say our love was eternal? In the pits of hell did we vow, and in the sky we consecrated our troth.
There were three sisters; one died, one married, one discovered, and one unearthly. She was…is…my goddess.
There was one man; he was dead before I met him. Once a demon, forever a demon. He was…and will never be…important in that way. Again.
Why so cold? My eyes are colder than your smile, than your hand during a snowstorm. Your warmth is what would have saved our child.
Why so yearning? My heart is hard, more so than your resolve that we are still soul mates. Your "subordinates" is what destroyed our child.
We are together, forever.
We are apart.
He burns me, has burned me. It hurts so much. I can't begin to trust, or love.
She marked me, still keeps me. It is so hard. I can't begin to withdraw, or leave.
I am Cole.
I love Phoebe.
I am Phoebe.
I despise Cole.
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Yet another rant in honor of Cole. Amen.