This is just a random little sad two-shot that I decided to do. It has nothing to do with anything, really. I'm just feeling a little depressed at the moment.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. No, really I don't. I'm not even gonna pretend that I do.
She stared up at the night sky. So large compared to herself and her friends. Stars that glittered, as numerous and beautiful as the shards of the jewel they sought. Sighing, she tried to return to sleep, but it wouldn't come to her. A nagging sensation that wouldn't leave her alone, no matter what she did. She looked up on a whim. As she suspected, he wasn't there. Probably gone off with :her: again. It was always her, and it probably always would be, long after she was gone. The original, the first, the perfect. No matter what she did, she could never live up to her. Never powerful enough, never smart enough, never good enough. Not for him. Especially not for him. A wry smile spread across her lips. How ironic, that although he loved :her, she still loved him. A copy that could never compete, alive or dead. Perhaps she would leave, give up her job to the one who could truly do it well. But no, even the thought of that left a horrible ache which put her on the verge of tears. But she wouldn't cry, nor would she quit. After all, it would be what he wanted of her. And through all this……
She still loved him.
I know it's a little out of character for me to have written an angst story, but I've got depression and writers block, so this is what came out. I actually wrote it in school.