Whoops! I forgot
a disclaimer last time.
They're not mine – everything Alias is
JJ's, and the poetry is from "The Hollow Men" by T.S.
Eliot.
Thanks for the reviews for "I am."
This can be considered [loosely] part two in a series of Syd POV drabbles.
Please enjoy, and remember that feedback is a fic
writer's best friend.
The Hollow Men
this is how it ends
not saving the world, not being a hero, not dying for some greater good
i will die here, in this house, with my best friends around me.
i will die for nothing.
my death will mean nothing, because in the end my life meant nothing.
elliot had it right, I think
this is the way the world ends
not with a bang, but a whimper
i can only cry out softly as her gun discharges the last time, seeing only the blood around me and her falling back
not with a bang but a whimper