gossamer

          fragility to its core

                    barely standing

                              with nothing surrounding

                                        this is all there is to see

she is lonely

all alone, with no-one around to protect

no one to save her

(or be saved)

          lonesome

                    with a tear of crystal

                              and a heart of pain

                                        unshielded

friends surround her

united with one another

but split in her

she has been alone so long

she cannot trust them

          trust

                    is such a lonesome word

                              when no-one around is there for you to trust

((she has been alone for perhaps three days, less some.  she knows that it is them, really back in her arms and her heart.  and yet she can't shake the feeling that something is terribly, dreadfully wrong, and she will never be able to trust them again.  for one single moment, when they were in galaxia's clutches, she almost believed they were gone, that they were really gone.))

gossamer

          is friendship and love in the face

                    of pure evil

                              shattered like glass or a spider's web

she should have known

they would never leave her

but the pain she feels at a betrayal

of any kind was too great

and for a minute, she almost hated...

hate

          pure and violent hate

                    stronger than an ocean wave

                              or the current underneath

...them

galaxia is the wave

they are the current

apart, they are destroyed

together, they break you

(like gossamer)

((she is torn, a shattered form, for believing galaxia's lie.  they would never hurt her intentionally, but she couldn't trust them for even one minute.  she is no kind of friend, no type of leader.  swept away in a wave of hatred and pain, she can hardly feel any emotion, save one.))

hatred

toward herself

towards former galaxia

towards her mother for sending her here

to live in this weak form

(not ikuko-mama thought, never)

          princess and guardians

                    or girl and friends

                              she had failed them

she can't stand them

she can't be without them

why, Luna why, had she doubted them?

why can't she trust?

          gossamer

                    something light, delicate, or insubstantial

                              a film of cobwebs floating in air in calm clear weather

                                        broken

she is gossamer

they are gossamer

love, hate, trust

they are gossamer.

and they have been broken.

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