February 21, 2004
Prelude
How much do they know? The question haunts me. Sometimes, I pray that I am alone in seeing the unavoidable outcome of our struggle. At others, I wish that I could be certain they knew. It would be such a relief to be able to speak of our inevitable deaths openly instead of keeping it locked inside me, never knowing if they foresee it too. Not knowing if I can speak to my friends. Our deaths are inevitable for there is no option other than fighting. I could not stand by watching the people suffer without attempting to aid them.
A/N: There will be one drabble per Ami. If you can give any criticism it would be greatly appreciated.
Prelude
How much do they know? The question haunts me. Sometimes, I pray that I am alone in seeing the unavoidable outcome of our struggle. At others, I wish that I could be certain they knew. It would be such a relief to be able to speak of our inevitable deaths openly instead of keeping it locked inside me, never knowing if they foresee it too. Not knowing if I can speak to my friends. Our deaths are inevitable for there is no option other than fighting. I could not stand by watching the people suffer without attempting to aid them.
A/N: There will be one drabble per Ami. If you can give any criticism it would be greatly appreciated.