I had never understood him, never.

So how could I know that he was serious? How could I have trusted him?

As he knelt before me, begging for mercy; I saw the tears in his eyes and yet, I still did it.

He screamed as I crushed his frail body with my foot, grinding his bones into the ground. His arms flailed as his body fell limp.

And yet I stood there, watching him die. Taunting him with my laugh, commanding him to stand and face me.

But he didn't, he only wept. A broken doll on the ground, glasses smashed, face and ego bruised, soul shattered.

And he looked at me with compassion and begged me to help him. He said he loved me but I didn't believe him.

So I walked away. I turned my back on the boy.

He was my enemy, and now he's dead.

I had never understood him,

so how could I love him?

author's note:

Many people are misunderstanding the point of this one-shot so i will elaborate.

Zim was confronted by Dib. Dib told Zim he loved him and expected Zim to love him back.

Zim, and his lack of compassion, observed a vulnerability and attacked managing to killl Dib in the process.

Dib screams and cries because he is being trampled to death.

I hope noone is confused.