Aaand, another one-shot, this time inspired by a-dare I say it?- very sad
Hey Arnold! fanfic.
What? Don't look at me like that, actually, it's also based on a piccie I
started, but just don't seem able to finish.Oh well!
Hope, you'll enjoy this one, it's another one of my 'you're-working-
tomorrow-and-it's-1.30 am-fics.
I hope, there aren't too many flaws, and don't even get me started about
grammar!
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Disclaimer: All Marvel's-ptui!
Reviews: yes, please, gimme, gimme, gimme!
Summary: Someone close to Betsy finally says goodbye-and it's not, who you might think!
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Of roses and lillies
I never thought, I would be doing this.
I never thought, I would come to this place.
Yet, here I am, neither feeling the cold, nor the wind tousle my hair, or the rain making my clothes cling to my body.
I lost all feeling, the day you died.
No one new this, I'm sure, neither Xavier and Jean had a clue-Logan, perhaps, but we both knew, he would never let it slip past his tongue.
How it happened? I'll knever know, all I know, is, that I'm glad, it did happen.
A hollow sound reaches my ear, and I realize, it's my own choked sob, as I remember the soft cushions of your lips, the sweet, sandlewood scent of your golden skin, or the flow of your luxurious purple hair down that strong, nimble back of yours. The wind tears at my hair, very much the same way you did, when you lay under me, screaming my name, as our bodies were but a heap of tangled limbs and sheets on my large four-poster bed.
I have never known so much passion, so much fierce tenderness, so much..need.
Those few nights we shared, before you took off on that last mission, were the most wonderful times I had in my life.
And I would give all I have in the turn of a hat, just to love you one single, last time.
One last time, to tell you to be careful.
One last time, to tell you goodbye.
And one last chance to tell you, I love you.
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The rain, that pours down on me, mixes with the tears on my cheeks, and for a moment, through the wetness clinging to my lashes, I think, I dream, I see you. You smile, as your lips move in a silent farewell, and then, you are gone.
Again.
And I'm left behind, and finally, shakily, I sink down on my knees, as my cries and sobs whack my body, as I arrange the bouquet of roses and lillies on your grave, the grave, I never thought, always feared, to see.
My dearest, sweetest, proudest Betsy, my lovable ninja, my lost soulmate.
We will always be roses and lillies, and I will always treasure your love, for as long as I live.
~`°´~
And when my time has come, there will be nothing more to keep Elizabeth and Emma apart.
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Sigh, I don't know why, but I do love sad stories-as I hope you do too, so please R&R.
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Disclaimer: All Marvel's-ptui!
Reviews: yes, please, gimme, gimme, gimme!
Summary: Someone close to Betsy finally says goodbye-and it's not, who you might think!
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Of roses and lillies
I never thought, I would be doing this.
I never thought, I would come to this place.
Yet, here I am, neither feeling the cold, nor the wind tousle my hair, or the rain making my clothes cling to my body.
I lost all feeling, the day you died.
No one new this, I'm sure, neither Xavier and Jean had a clue-Logan, perhaps, but we both knew, he would never let it slip past his tongue.
How it happened? I'll knever know, all I know, is, that I'm glad, it did happen.
A hollow sound reaches my ear, and I realize, it's my own choked sob, as I remember the soft cushions of your lips, the sweet, sandlewood scent of your golden skin, or the flow of your luxurious purple hair down that strong, nimble back of yours. The wind tears at my hair, very much the same way you did, when you lay under me, screaming my name, as our bodies were but a heap of tangled limbs and sheets on my large four-poster bed.
I have never known so much passion, so much fierce tenderness, so much..need.
Those few nights we shared, before you took off on that last mission, were the most wonderful times I had in my life.
And I would give all I have in the turn of a hat, just to love you one single, last time.
One last time, to tell you to be careful.
One last time, to tell you goodbye.
And one last chance to tell you, I love you.
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The rain, that pours down on me, mixes with the tears on my cheeks, and for a moment, through the wetness clinging to my lashes, I think, I dream, I see you. You smile, as your lips move in a silent farewell, and then, you are gone.
Again.
And I'm left behind, and finally, shakily, I sink down on my knees, as my cries and sobs whack my body, as I arrange the bouquet of roses and lillies on your grave, the grave, I never thought, always feared, to see.
My dearest, sweetest, proudest Betsy, my lovable ninja, my lost soulmate.
We will always be roses and lillies, and I will always treasure your love, for as long as I live.
~`°´~
And when my time has come, there will be nothing more to keep Elizabeth and Emma apart.
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Sigh, I don't know why, but I do love sad stories-as I hope you do too, so please R&R.