Do you see it? Do you understand it?
No?
I didn't think so.
Did you notice the way that the wind blew her hair across her face, making her seem more beautiful than your
wildest
nightmares?
No?
we didn't think so.
Did you like the way that she tasted?
Rouge lips against lips, the sensation of another human heart beating against you?
The feeling of her warmth all around you.
Her arms wrapped around you.
Her love,
enveloping you.
Did you realize it when you saw it?
It was there, we all knew it.
Her love for you.
She denied it so much.
Just like a moth denies it needs the flame,
like the moon which hangs high in the sky, refusing to admit that
it's lonely.
Even in her delirium, when she was high on the thoughts of you, she screamed out her
denial.
It's wrong! she would call out.
Wrong! she would shout.
I don't! Never! she would sob.
And yet, you could always see it there.
Like a shadow in the presence of light;
seemingly hiding, but always present.
D e n i a l
Did you deny it when your own heart turned to her?
When your own body ached for her frame against yours again,
just
one
more
time?
Nobody's perfect, she once said to you.
And in your suits and your suites and with all that you ever wanted,
you could just believe that she was wrong.
Because you felt that everything was going
per-fect for you.
Just
for
you.
Silly rabbit, denial is for the lonely.
But you were lonely, weren't you?
Even with the entourage, the millions, the body guard like a father.
Lonely.
We could see it.
We saw everything.
Why didn't we see this part coming? you asked, your blue eyes urgent, angry.
Because... fate is fate.
You were all fated.
What is my fate? you ask us.
You ask too much, then. For fate is a thing that is not really
tangible.
We do not know fate. Or understand it.
Are we allowed to see fate? To see the future? you ask.
No, we say. But because our presence is not wanted, not normal,
we can erase a past, present, and a future.
A fate.
It is, our people's curse. Our gift.
But mostly, our curse.
Just watch the way the snow falls, and remember her touch.
Stare at the flames as they dance, and remember her hair.
Her hazel eyes.
The flashes of gold, and wonderful feelins on the knifes edge of pain.
Her skin, and her love.
Watch the summer skies, and the cresent moon and be reminded of how she used a
sliver of silver upon her self.
See water drip, and remember how her blood spilled in the garden,
making the roses more red, the leaves more full,
and the tiles crimson.
Remember.
We allow you to remember.
That is your curse.
Your gift.
But mostly, your curse.
AN: Yeah... sorry. Randomness. Told from one of the People's point of view. More likely Root. Or Foaly.
So if you liked this at all, do me a favor, ne? Read my other Artemis Fowl fic;
You Never Really Forget.
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