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* I've been like this for days. Not eating, not sleeping, not caring. I'll die soon.
Good.
It hurts. It hurts like I've been torn apart and left to watch as I slowly disintegrate into nothingness.
So much pain...
It's not my fault, it really isn't. I never asked for her to become my friend. I never asked for her to die. I never asked to be loyal.
Loyalty! We are valued for that attribute. It is said that those we befriend us will have a lifelong friend. Lifelong. Who will die first? If the human lives, well, it's not like they can't get over it. They are creatures are change; they have adapted to not dwell on past tragedies.
For us, it's not so easy. We were bred to devote ourselves to them, to devote our lives to them entirely. I guess humans haven't worked out what happens to us when our master dies. Millions die every year. One half of that are humans. The other half: us.
Oh, how I would long to break away of this undying loyalty! To free myself of this eternal duty...but that would be wrong. That would go against every fiber of my being. I would probably die from the mental warfare.
In the end, this is the only thing I can achieve from my life. A never- ending loneliness. It wouldn't be this way if there were others I could turn to. But no, our nature won't allow room for more than one person in our heart.
I miss her. It was a disease that did it. I didn't care to remember the name. It's not like it would matter. Even before I got the news, I felt it. A cold feeling. Grief. I knew that my own death was soon to come. It always does, for us.
Maybe, someday, this won't be the case. Maybe, someday, we won't have to suffer. Maybe, someday, we'll learn to move on.
I wish that someday was here.
Her parents were buried in aguish. But they'll recover. If they let themselves. That'd the difference between us and them. They can recover, we can't. They took me to the doctor, and asked what the matter with me was.
I was heartbroken, said the doctor. It was common. Why is it common? Do they not see past the shells they are handed? Do they not see the sadness playing across our minds? Will they never realize what the real problem is?
Loyalty indeed. It certainly isn't a virtue, at any rate.
It's a curse.
* End.
A/N: I always thought the descriptions of arcanine's loyalty were a bit too unrealistic. Intensely loyal, I think the term was. What if the person dies? What happens then? They can't be that loyal without feeling some serious anguish. Heartbreak is part of their genetic structure. Sorry for the shortness. I don't write long stories. And I really do have too much time on my hands. Feel free to flame, if you like. I'd appreciate your views on this.
* I've been like this for days. Not eating, not sleeping, not caring. I'll die soon.
Good.
It hurts. It hurts like I've been torn apart and left to watch as I slowly disintegrate into nothingness.
So much pain...
It's not my fault, it really isn't. I never asked for her to become my friend. I never asked for her to die. I never asked to be loyal.
Loyalty! We are valued for that attribute. It is said that those we befriend us will have a lifelong friend. Lifelong. Who will die first? If the human lives, well, it's not like they can't get over it. They are creatures are change; they have adapted to not dwell on past tragedies.
For us, it's not so easy. We were bred to devote ourselves to them, to devote our lives to them entirely. I guess humans haven't worked out what happens to us when our master dies. Millions die every year. One half of that are humans. The other half: us.
Oh, how I would long to break away of this undying loyalty! To free myself of this eternal duty...but that would be wrong. That would go against every fiber of my being. I would probably die from the mental warfare.
In the end, this is the only thing I can achieve from my life. A never- ending loneliness. It wouldn't be this way if there were others I could turn to. But no, our nature won't allow room for more than one person in our heart.
I miss her. It was a disease that did it. I didn't care to remember the name. It's not like it would matter. Even before I got the news, I felt it. A cold feeling. Grief. I knew that my own death was soon to come. It always does, for us.
Maybe, someday, this won't be the case. Maybe, someday, we won't have to suffer. Maybe, someday, we'll learn to move on.
I wish that someday was here.
Her parents were buried in aguish. But they'll recover. If they let themselves. That'd the difference between us and them. They can recover, we can't. They took me to the doctor, and asked what the matter with me was.
I was heartbroken, said the doctor. It was common. Why is it common? Do they not see past the shells they are handed? Do they not see the sadness playing across our minds? Will they never realize what the real problem is?
Loyalty indeed. It certainly isn't a virtue, at any rate.
It's a curse.
* End.
A/N: I always thought the descriptions of arcanine's loyalty were a bit too unrealistic. Intensely loyal, I think the term was. What if the person dies? What happens then? They can't be that loyal without feeling some serious anguish. Heartbreak is part of their genetic structure. Sorry for the shortness. I don't write long stories. And I really do have too much time on my hands. Feel free to flame, if you like. I'd appreciate your views on this.