All right here goes!! This is just the prologue, so don't worry about it
being short and not even a story yet, I just want to see if it's an ok
start. k?
Well as you can see it's just Riku's opinions on everything, outlining the tragedy, bla bla bla, you know the deal!!
Well PLEASE review and I will love you forever and ever and ever and ever and ever, and so forth.
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Nothing matters now.
I want my angel back.
I can't eat, and I can't sleep.
I can't do anything anymore.
Without him here, I don't want to do anything.
He's gone. He's not coming back.
And I'm helpless.
I've never been a particularly good person, and maybe this is what I deserve for not believing I could fall in love. When it was there all along, I couldn't imagine what it would be like, so I therefore blindly thought it could never be.
With someone so wonderful by my side the whole time, I could never imagine anyone more important. I guess I just never thought about it properly, never imagined him to be the love of my life.
It's a rare occasion to grow up with the person you're in love with, and I have always been a strict non-believer in fate and destiny and such romanticism as that. So falling in love was the last thing I expected, at such a tender age of seventeen. Actually, I suppose I had been in love all along, just never realised it.
My opinion of love was that it was strange that somebody could fall in love solely through somebody's inner beauty, that people romanticise everything and pretend that the sexual attraction has nothing to do with it.
I found it so hard to believe that people with such ugly personalities can fall in love like they claim to, though if there's anything I've learned, it's that anyone can fall in love. Everybody is its victim.
Now I know why I never believed in love- because I thought true love was always supposed to have a fairy tale ending. It seems that love never has that fairy tale ending.
It's such a cruel world, one that shows a seventeen year old what it feels like to bleed from the depths of your heart, and never stop, forever laying in a trench of woe I'm unable to escape from.
The future used to scare me, the one thing that protruded from my strong personality. Now the future doesn't scare me at all, it's like all purpose has been etched away and regardless of anything people say, I won't do anything about it. The future is something that I wish would leave me alone. I don't want a future if he's not going to be in it. And there's nothing I can do to make that happen.
I used to be passionate about things; I used to get involved in them. My art and my acting, my sport, my writing, they all let me released my passion, the passion I had not yet realised I had for my angel.
I don't ever want to feel passion again, or my heart will ache for the hugest of passions I have ever felt, the love I felt for him. That passion shan't be fulfilled, for he is gone from me, and had I not been so blind, my time with him could have been spent better.
There would have been no confusion, no sadness on his behalf and mine, no regret. Every passion-spent moment would have been a moment of bliss. My angel created my heaven, and now simply saying his name creates a pain that I cannot deter.
This is our story, our passion, our love. I love you Sora, my angel.
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Anyways, please review and tell me if it's ok. You don't have to tell me it sucks, but a bit of creative criticism is fine with me!! I'll take in any creative criticism with good grace and a whole lot of style ^-^
Now review, and I will give you a prize!! A cookie in fact *takes out box of cookies* Be good now!!
Well as you can see it's just Riku's opinions on everything, outlining the tragedy, bla bla bla, you know the deal!!
Well PLEASE review and I will love you forever and ever and ever and ever and ever, and so forth.
_____________________________________________________________________
Nothing matters now.
I want my angel back.
I can't eat, and I can't sleep.
I can't do anything anymore.
Without him here, I don't want to do anything.
He's gone. He's not coming back.
And I'm helpless.
I've never been a particularly good person, and maybe this is what I deserve for not believing I could fall in love. When it was there all along, I couldn't imagine what it would be like, so I therefore blindly thought it could never be.
With someone so wonderful by my side the whole time, I could never imagine anyone more important. I guess I just never thought about it properly, never imagined him to be the love of my life.
It's a rare occasion to grow up with the person you're in love with, and I have always been a strict non-believer in fate and destiny and such romanticism as that. So falling in love was the last thing I expected, at such a tender age of seventeen. Actually, I suppose I had been in love all along, just never realised it.
My opinion of love was that it was strange that somebody could fall in love solely through somebody's inner beauty, that people romanticise everything and pretend that the sexual attraction has nothing to do with it.
I found it so hard to believe that people with such ugly personalities can fall in love like they claim to, though if there's anything I've learned, it's that anyone can fall in love. Everybody is its victim.
Now I know why I never believed in love- because I thought true love was always supposed to have a fairy tale ending. It seems that love never has that fairy tale ending.
It's such a cruel world, one that shows a seventeen year old what it feels like to bleed from the depths of your heart, and never stop, forever laying in a trench of woe I'm unable to escape from.
The future used to scare me, the one thing that protruded from my strong personality. Now the future doesn't scare me at all, it's like all purpose has been etched away and regardless of anything people say, I won't do anything about it. The future is something that I wish would leave me alone. I don't want a future if he's not going to be in it. And there's nothing I can do to make that happen.
I used to be passionate about things; I used to get involved in them. My art and my acting, my sport, my writing, they all let me released my passion, the passion I had not yet realised I had for my angel.
I don't ever want to feel passion again, or my heart will ache for the hugest of passions I have ever felt, the love I felt for him. That passion shan't be fulfilled, for he is gone from me, and had I not been so blind, my time with him could have been spent better.
There would have been no confusion, no sadness on his behalf and mine, no regret. Every passion-spent moment would have been a moment of bliss. My angel created my heaven, and now simply saying his name creates a pain that I cannot deter.
This is our story, our passion, our love. I love you Sora, my angel.
_____________________________________________________________________
Anyways, please review and tell me if it's ok. You don't have to tell me it sucks, but a bit of creative criticism is fine with me!! I'll take in any creative criticism with good grace and a whole lot of style ^-^
Now review, and I will give you a prize!! A cookie in fact *takes out box of cookies* Be good now!!