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This is for Erin
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Drifting on the water like a dried leaf, spinning faster than all of the others. You watched me, unmoving, not understanding what was happening to my hands. Not just to my hands, every part of my body, even my soul. Why don't you get it?
It hurts. Everything. Your pigheadedness, the broken hearts sewn onto the backs of your hands. You people don't get the fire that is burning me every moment of my existence. I've given up on trying, it's pointless. The few people who did get me are gone, ripped from my sight by invisible fingers. No one understands. I'm so alone. I'm the only one who feels this way. You people try consoling me, but it's stupid and won't bring my gaze out of the shadows.
You plunged the sword into my throat, killing me, but not instantly. I drifted like the leaf first. The fear you saw so openly shown on my face was real, I was horrified you had taken the task upon yourself to help be rid of me. I watched you as you walked up to me, and pointed the tip of the blade on my neck. You didn't really want to do it, but he was there, and duty comes before friendship. You were scared, you weren't sure what you were doing, or why.
"No, please, my friend," I whispered.
"I'm sorry. So, so sorry."
"No!"
And that…was that.