Disclaimer:...it's in the first chapter.
A/N: a drabble from Murrue's P.O.V
Ticket to paradise
All the days I lay here,
Thinking of your face.
I miss your touch and caress,
I want you back so bad.
But death is a cruel thing
I know this now you've passed.
But why now at this time?
Must you be so lost.
I feel you breath upon my skin.
I see your face once again
I am completely lost here without you.
Why were you taken away?
Why did you have to leave me?
Why did they have to come?
I don't know.
I wish I could touch you again
feel you hands along my skin.
Sense your lips again.
It shall never happen though
for you are dead.
And I am alone.
I have no other option.
The knife glimmers dully in the light.
I cut down upon my wrist and watch as the blood flows.
I miss you...
I shall claim my own life just to see you again.
The silent sound of footsteps.
What is going on?
I turn to look and see her.
Why is she here?
"Why are you here?"
You say nothing.
Your eyes flick to the knife in my hands.
"What are you doing?"
A cold voice rushes around my senses.
You reach out and take the knife.
My only ticket to paradise.
My only ticket to him..
My only ticket to death..
You stop me again...