Hi everyone ! This is my first fanfic ever, I wrote it a few days ago by 10:30 p.m. so please be indulgent to me ! Constructive critisicism is always welcomed anyway: review and I'll improve the story ;-) !

This story is about my favorite couple from Escaflowne : Marlene and Allen. Because, yeah, Allen is not the playboy too many people think he is... His story is tragic. I pity him...
I was inspired by the wonderful song My Immortal by Evanescence. I guess it shows...

Here I go with the now traditional disclaimer : I do not own Escaflowne... If I did, there would have been more than 26 episodes ans the movie would have been released all over the world.

My Immortal

Full moon is shining as I kneel in front of your grave. I had to wait for the night to fall to come so nobody would see me. They would ask me why I'm here and I don't want to tell them. I don't want to talk to anyone anymore. Besides, I shouldn't be here. As a knight, I am not even allowed to mourn your death, not now that the official mourning days are over.

Thanks to the moon light, I can read the words engraved on the stone. Marlene Erisha Aston. There it is, the proof I've been dreading for years. The proof that no matter how much I want this to be a nightmare I could wake up from, it is not.

I hold out my hand and touch the stone. It's still warm from the heat of the day. This warmth reminds me of everything : your eyes, your smile, the touch of your skin and the taste of your lips. How could I ever forget them ? The time we spent together is one of my dearest memories.

All my life I've been told to be real and to believe in my dreams. I am kneeling here and I am alone. And I know that my dream of you coming back to life, back to me, will not come true. Never. And that is real.

I miss you, my love, more than I ever thought I could miss someone. Part of me died with you. I thought I was sort of getting used to losing the ones I love, but nothing prepared me for this. Nothing ever prepared me for the ripping burning pain I still feel in my chest. And I cannot tell anyone. It's my burden, the cross I must bear alone.

More than once, though, I've thought that if I were to be injured in battle, I would just let myself die. Let the pain vanish. A disguised suicide what a dishonor. I should feel ashamed of that thought. But I don't, I can't.

Pain. I know it just too well. Because of duty, you left and I let you go, I held back my tears and put on a faked smile so nobody could ever guess what had happened between us. Duty is as important to me as it was to you. But duty will not soften my pain. This time it has cut too deep, and the wound won't seem to heal.

But in spite of all the pain, I can't but thank you. Thank you for loving me. For allowing me to love you. For making me happy. For giving me a son. Thank you.

I saw him a few weeks ago. Our son. Are you proud of him as much as I am ? The death of the man he had always called his father affected him, of course, but he is strong and willing to help his people. He will get over it. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him. Who knows, maybe someday I'll tell him the truth. We parted as friends. He may accept me as his father.

As for the Duke of Freid how ironic he s the one who took you away from me but still he's the one who got to be reunited with you. The lucky bastard.

There is little more I can say. I still love you, Marlene. I always will. It is as simple as it sounds. I've heard that, as time flies by, the pain will lessen untill it fades away. I could almost laugh at that : I will be dead long before this day comes. So farewell untill then, my love.