A/N- Dude! My rating dropped! Ah, well, it's only because this is so vague that if I didn't tell you that this is part two of the Sorrow Trilogy, no one would know that this is Yaoi. But of course, it will be what you make of it. It will be as real as you want it to be. Or so says the crimson-eyed tiger of Run With Me. And this POV is in the eyes of...the one who died. It's up to you to see who... *Note- My previous warning goes for this story too. Please refer back to Love is Death to see all of it. Flames for content will not be accepted, only if you have a legitimate reason.*
Push
Darkside Omega
It's so ironic. Ironic how they hate my person, but weep for my memory. Hypocrites, all of them. Even you.
You shouldn't have pushed me. All of you. Why couldn't you have just left me alone? I never did anything to you, and yet you still pushed me. Pushed me over the edge and off the earth. Pushed me away from you.
I never have you any reason to hate me. But you still hated me. So I pretended to hate you. They always did say to hate the one you love most. You were always so confident, so calm, so powerful. And I fell in love with you. I would have done anything for you. I would have killed myself for you, had you asked. You didn't ask, but I did it anyway.
Nothing makes sense anymore. I've gotten into this bad habit of trying to force things to make sense. But things didn't make sense, didn't stay simply. I tried to make them simple and look what happened. Too many years of suppressed emotion and all of it exploded. You shouldn't have pushed me.
I wasn't insane in the beginning. I was normal. I was in love. I spent unhealthy amounts of time wondering why you spent so many hours of so many days of so many months pushing me towards the outer edge of your life, only to let me spiral back in towards you. I went insane trying to figure it out. And you pushed me there.
Tell me, did you really hate me? Or did you live by the same rule of love that I did? To always hurt the one you love. I know I did. I still would if I were still around.
You don't have to answer me. Not if you don't want to. I don't need answers. I don't need questions either. I just need to get away. Things are too messed up. Impressions too tainted, thoughts too disrupted. I need a clean slate, but it's difficult to erase blood and impossible to erase death.
I was never one for rash actions. Killing myself seemed stupid. Why should I do it? Why should I end my life? Everything was quiet, hidden. There was no reason for me to do it. There was also no reason for me to have to live with your hatred.
You gave me lots of useless advice. I followed it once. You told me to follow my heart. My heart is dead, and so am I.
I loved you. They say that love is life. But what happens when all there is to life is death? I am love. Love is death. In words the color of your eyes, the world will know...
And now, on this cold afternoon, when you all are shedding meaningless tears for the one you swore to hate, where does that leave you? Did you hate me? Did you love me? Did you even care at all?
But none of that matters now. I don't have to deal with this anymore. I don't have to deal with anything anymore. I don't have to worry about right and wrong and love and hatred and everything that made sense to me before. This doesn't have to make sense. It's just happening.
It's happening because of you. You did this to me. You did everything to me. I didn't fall off the deep end. I was pushed.
~Owari~
A/N- Blah...short... But it's here and now I'm going to work on the final piece to this trilogy. Can you use guess the speaker? Purple Skies, the third and final part to The Sorrow Trilogy is coming soon. Really. Unless, of course, I get lotsa homework and teachers enjoy grading tests...