AN And the third one. It's just so depressing. I promise my other stories will be happier.
Most of them anyway. One has quite a lot of angst in it.
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...and by multiplying that with dx the surface of... Oh, forget it! I can't
concentrate.
The scene of a few days ago just keeps playing in my head. My princess is crying,
while holding her dying love in her arms.
Did I look like that when you died? When I killed you, because I had no choice?
It makes no difference whether I had a choice or not! I killed you! You! My only
love.
You were the only one to match my hunger for knowledge. Together we spent many
days, and nights for often we simply forgot the time and even skipped a meal or two, in
the library. The amount of books we read is amazing. The amount of subjects we discussed
are innumerable.
But unlike Minako thought, studying wasn't all we did. Maybe it is in my nature
to commit myself to finish everything I start.
You changed me, as much as I changed you. For some reason we were able to pull
each other out of the little corner we had put ourselves in by locking the world away
with books.
I remember the first kiss we shared. We had been cracking our heads over some
mathematical formula for over a week and you were starting to give up. Again we had
spent the night at the library and the results were rather devastating. I don't think
I ever felt as worn out as then. And if your looks were any indication as to how you
felt, I shudder to think about my appearance.
You shook your head when yet again we had failed in solving our problem, blond
locks flying around your face and grazing your shoulders, as your hair tie had been lost
hours ago. You looked so cute, even though your eyes were bloodshot and the dark circles
underneath your eyes were big enough to eclipse the sun.
You didn't like failing and you were very competitive. The times I smiled because
of your frustrations at being unable to outwit me. Your simple want for learning charmed
me no end. I never wanted my love to be brainless, but you exceeded all my expectations.
And that morning, with our stomachs as empty as our heads, I realized you were my ideal
love. You matched me in so much, yet you never agreed with me unless you saw it written
three times, not by my hand, might I add.
I will never forget that kiss, or the ones that came after it. I know I had to
kill you, but it broke my heart to do so. I think I was the only one allowed to have a
last moment of you. When you died, you remembered our love.
I think I was indeed much Selenity as I saw her this week. I felt like she looked,
as my attack sliced through you vulnerable flesh. When I close my eyes I can still smell
the blood the seeped out of your wound, staining both our clothes. I know it was ony that
one time, but now every time I look at my gloves, I expect them to look red with your
blood as they did the day our world came to an end.
Whoever guessed a love could survive such hardship?
Most of them anyway. One has quite a lot of angst in it.
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...and by multiplying that with dx the surface of... Oh, forget it! I can't
concentrate.
The scene of a few days ago just keeps playing in my head. My princess is crying,
while holding her dying love in her arms.
Did I look like that when you died? When I killed you, because I had no choice?
It makes no difference whether I had a choice or not! I killed you! You! My only
love.
You were the only one to match my hunger for knowledge. Together we spent many
days, and nights for often we simply forgot the time and even skipped a meal or two, in
the library. The amount of books we read is amazing. The amount of subjects we discussed
are innumerable.
But unlike Minako thought, studying wasn't all we did. Maybe it is in my nature
to commit myself to finish everything I start.
You changed me, as much as I changed you. For some reason we were able to pull
each other out of the little corner we had put ourselves in by locking the world away
with books.
I remember the first kiss we shared. We had been cracking our heads over some
mathematical formula for over a week and you were starting to give up. Again we had
spent the night at the library and the results were rather devastating. I don't think
I ever felt as worn out as then. And if your looks were any indication as to how you
felt, I shudder to think about my appearance.
You shook your head when yet again we had failed in solving our problem, blond
locks flying around your face and grazing your shoulders, as your hair tie had been lost
hours ago. You looked so cute, even though your eyes were bloodshot and the dark circles
underneath your eyes were big enough to eclipse the sun.
You didn't like failing and you were very competitive. The times I smiled because
of your frustrations at being unable to outwit me. Your simple want for learning charmed
me no end. I never wanted my love to be brainless, but you exceeded all my expectations.
And that morning, with our stomachs as empty as our heads, I realized you were my ideal
love. You matched me in so much, yet you never agreed with me unless you saw it written
three times, not by my hand, might I add.
I will never forget that kiss, or the ones that came after it. I know I had to
kill you, but it broke my heart to do so. I think I was the only one allowed to have a
last moment of you. When you died, you remembered our love.
I think I was indeed much Selenity as I saw her this week. I felt like she looked,
as my attack sliced through you vulnerable flesh. When I close my eyes I can still smell
the blood the seeped out of your wound, staining both our clothes. I know it was ony that
one time, but now every time I look at my gloves, I expect them to look red with your
blood as they did the day our world came to an end.
Whoever guessed a love could survive such hardship?