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A/N: An ironic and tiny ficlett. As it is with most of the things I write, it refused to leave me alone until I wrote it. I feast on ambrosia and opinions. I would love it if you left the latter. Michelle–You are a lovely beta, now get out of trouble so you can save me from a grammer-less death!
Tears:
Nothing could have hurt me more. Nothing. No words anyone could have said, no betrayal anyone could have committed. Even to be betrayed by you.
No battle-wound could have been more painful. A knife in my heart would have hurt me less. Not one person on this earth could have caused me more pain.
There is such a thing asagony beyond description. You know what things have hurt me, why waste time describing them? You have always been there to see me through all pain.
You have always been my guiding light. You were there at battles and at counsel. You were there when everyone else was gone. Your presence graced me when I was by all others abandoned.
You have always stood up for me–even when you have known full well I was wrong, stayed with me despite the full disapproval of others. Been more to me than anyone else could ever be. That's why nothing could have hurt me more than that moment when I saw your hands shake, and your eyes fill with tears you would not let me see you shed. I knew I had caused you pain. I know that I had caused you pain.
Why, the only thing that could have hurt me more, would be if you–died.
A/N: Have you enjoyed this short little piece of irony? I didn't but. . .I do not know about you, unless you review it.