Disclaimer: I recently read that these don't do much good, but I'd like to
cover my bases anyway. I don't own any of these characters and I have no
money to sue for anyway.
A/N: Well I was kinda depressed when I wrote this. Usually I like happy endings, but this fit my mood. Please let me know what you think.
A Small Death
It rained today. I suppose in a way it was fitting. Today I died. Oh no, my body is very much alive; but a part of my soul, one I never noticed, is gone. As I remember my wedding, just hours ago, I can see his eyes. Not my husband, his look was triumphant, I was another conquest. The man I looked at as I said my vows stood behind my husband's left shoulder as his best man. He couldn't refuse, I suppose, though I know he wanted to. I will always hate my husband for making the man I love stand with him. For making him had over the ring that would keep me from him forever. That look. There was nothing in that gaze; no hatred, no envy, no love. His eyes didn't close me out, or draw me in; they were devoid of any emotion. As I lye here on my wedding night, I think about my future; dinner at six, who knows how many children, soccer practice, PTA. Then I realized that I couldn't feel that piece of myself anymore. The piece that made me jump off the roof when I was a kid to see if I could fly. Wonder Woman finally hung up her lasso. I couldn't cry, the loss was too deep for tears. I died today, and by Ranger's expression, I think he felt the same.
A/N: Well I was kinda depressed when I wrote this. Usually I like happy endings, but this fit my mood. Please let me know what you think.
A Small Death
It rained today. I suppose in a way it was fitting. Today I died. Oh no, my body is very much alive; but a part of my soul, one I never noticed, is gone. As I remember my wedding, just hours ago, I can see his eyes. Not my husband, his look was triumphant, I was another conquest. The man I looked at as I said my vows stood behind my husband's left shoulder as his best man. He couldn't refuse, I suppose, though I know he wanted to. I will always hate my husband for making the man I love stand with him. For making him had over the ring that would keep me from him forever. That look. There was nothing in that gaze; no hatred, no envy, no love. His eyes didn't close me out, or draw me in; they were devoid of any emotion. As I lye here on my wedding night, I think about my future; dinner at six, who knows how many children, soccer practice, PTA. Then I realized that I couldn't feel that piece of myself anymore. The piece that made me jump off the roof when I was a kid to see if I could fly. Wonder Woman finally hung up her lasso. I couldn't cry, the loss was too deep for tears. I died today, and by Ranger's expression, I think he felt the same.