Short little song fic I think that almost all of the Evanescence songs relate to Alias, Its real depressing and kinda ties in with the song Tourniquet. Syd's POV writing to Vaughn in a letter. The // is part of the song. Sorry if the italics are messed up, me and computers are non- mixy things

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i I cant take it anymore. I am sorry for ever coming back, I wish I was dead. i

//I'm so tired of being here

suppressed by all of my childish fears

and if you have to leave

I wish that you would just leave

because your presence still lingers here

and it won't leave me alone

these wounds won't seem to heal

this pain is just too real

there's just too much that time cannot erase//

i When you read this, I wont be on this planet anymore, unless you can catch me. i

//when you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

when you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

and I've held your hand through all of these years

but you still have all of me

you used to captivate me

by your resonating light

but now I'm bound by the life you left behind

your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams

your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal

this pain is just too real

there's just too much that time cannot erase//

i I love you Vaughn and would give anything just to be with you. But seeing you everyday and not being able to hold you in my arms is slow torture. So I will leave, unless you can catch me. i

//when you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

when you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

and I've held your hand through all of these years

but you still have all of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

and though you're still with me

I've been alone all along//

i So I'm diving tomorrow. Not into water. I think it will be quick...so don't worry when I die. I want a quiet funeral with not a lot of people. Just my friends and family. Weiss, Marshall, Dixon, Carrie, Dad, and if you want to come. The last thing I wanted to do was leave someone to find me in my bathroom. I don't want any of my close friends to have to go through with that. So I think a crowded sidewalk will be better. One hundred stories up, one hundred down. I love you Michael Vaughn, and I'll never be able to say it to you in person, unless tomorrow afternoon you can catch me. i

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Hey if you like it and actually want this to continue as a regular SV fiction, tell me.