'I feel like dying...'
The Millennium Ring slipped out of his hands and fell to the floor as he crashed down behind it.
'It doesn't matter anymore...'
He lay there quietly, wishing not to breathe or move or even exist anymore.
'If I could just fade away...'
Closed brown eyes.
'My life exists for nothing but the use of others... My feelings don't matter anymore... My actions don't count towards anything... It was just a useless struggle anyways.'
The Millennium Ring lay gleaming on the floor next to him.
'But I can't just fade away... I have to stay here, for him. So he can use me again...'
He opened his brown eyes halfway, halfheartedly.
'It's just this whole continuous cycle that keeps repeating itself... I'm sick of it. I'm always used... to hurt my friends... but I just don't want to care anymore. Yet I'm forced to, every time he starts again, I have to start living again. ... It's not fair.'
The eyes didn't focus on anything, just stared out dully into air.
'And I'll have to get up now, because physically I can, and I'm not out just yet. Because I'm not allowed to quit. Because laying on this floor would do nothing...'
Slowly, against what he truly wished, he pushed himself off the floor, standing again, his eyes still not focusing on anything.
'I'm standing again... It's not so bad... Maybe I can still fight...'
He was slightly aware in the back of his mind that he had been through this and thought all this before, but he ignored it, to try to keep his frail hope alive. A continuous cycle.
'Yes... I can still walk around... I can keep living. And I can go through it again... Next time. But for now, I'll just keep living, just as I always have.'
He knew it would be just as bad next time. That soon he'd feel like collapsing all over again, feel like fading away even though he couldn't, feel like he was being dragged on through something he didn't want and yet walking through it at the same time. It always seemed to him that as he hit the floor, something important should happen, but nothing ever did.
'No one cares... So what I do doesn't really matter.'
He bent down and picked up the Millennium Ring.
'I'll just keep going, until I collapse again, and then again I'll stand.'
He put the Ring around his neck again.
'Someday...' He thought, 'When I hit the floor and can't stand again, that will be the day it ends.'
The Millennium Ring is made up of a circle. A circle goes on and on, around and around, with no start or no end- a cycle. The Ring continues on in this cycle, for both the owner and the spirit inside. A viscous cycle. But cycles don't end...
--Live Through.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
How was that? First angst... flame if you want, I don't care, I think I'll take this down soon anyways.
The Millennium Ring slipped out of his hands and fell to the floor as he crashed down behind it.
'It doesn't matter anymore...'
He lay there quietly, wishing not to breathe or move or even exist anymore.
'If I could just fade away...'
Closed brown eyes.
'My life exists for nothing but the use of others... My feelings don't matter anymore... My actions don't count towards anything... It was just a useless struggle anyways.'
The Millennium Ring lay gleaming on the floor next to him.
'But I can't just fade away... I have to stay here, for him. So he can use me again...'
He opened his brown eyes halfway, halfheartedly.
'It's just this whole continuous cycle that keeps repeating itself... I'm sick of it. I'm always used... to hurt my friends... but I just don't want to care anymore. Yet I'm forced to, every time he starts again, I have to start living again. ... It's not fair.'
The eyes didn't focus on anything, just stared out dully into air.
'And I'll have to get up now, because physically I can, and I'm not out just yet. Because I'm not allowed to quit. Because laying on this floor would do nothing...'
Slowly, against what he truly wished, he pushed himself off the floor, standing again, his eyes still not focusing on anything.
'I'm standing again... It's not so bad... Maybe I can still fight...'
He was slightly aware in the back of his mind that he had been through this and thought all this before, but he ignored it, to try to keep his frail hope alive. A continuous cycle.
'Yes... I can still walk around... I can keep living. And I can go through it again... Next time. But for now, I'll just keep living, just as I always have.'
He knew it would be just as bad next time. That soon he'd feel like collapsing all over again, feel like fading away even though he couldn't, feel like he was being dragged on through something he didn't want and yet walking through it at the same time. It always seemed to him that as he hit the floor, something important should happen, but nothing ever did.
'No one cares... So what I do doesn't really matter.'
He bent down and picked up the Millennium Ring.
'I'll just keep going, until I collapse again, and then again I'll stand.'
He put the Ring around his neck again.
'Someday...' He thought, 'When I hit the floor and can't stand again, that will be the day it ends.'
The Millennium Ring is made up of a circle. A circle goes on and on, around and around, with no start or no end- a cycle. The Ring continues on in this cycle, for both the owner and the spirit inside. A viscous cycle. But cycles don't end...
--Live Through.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
How was that? First angst... flame if you want, I don't care, I think I'll take this down soon anyways.