A/N: I just watched the ending of Wolf's Rain and it's left me a little bitter. I wrote this to control the bitterness.
The eye.
The eye is what did this.
A circle.
A circle never ends.
My friends.
My friends were depending on me.
I failed.
I failed the ones I loved.
The beginning.
The beginning is the end.
Death.
Death is what surrounds me.
I can only watch.
I can only watch the die over and over again, every time I fail.
The scent.
The scent of her drives me to complete it.
Complete the circle.
Complete the never-ending circle.
Watch them die.
Feel death breathing down your neck.
Only to be rewarded with a snippet of Paradise,
And plunged back into the story,
With nothing but her scent.
He did this.
Why couldn't he be patient?
Why couldn't he wait for me?
Was it a blood-crazed madness that did it?
Or simply his own selfish desire?
I can feel the world of Paradise beating within my heart.
Why can't you?
Is it the eye?
Or is it just our fate?