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Rating: K/G

Tears of Dust

They all think that it's easy for me. I've had to deal with it for years now, so it must come naturally to me.

They parade around in front of me, showing off their ever-so-wonderful lives.

Oh, I know that their lives aren't perfect. Nobody's is- for we wouldn't be human if they actually were. Of course, that's where the root of the problem lies.

I'm the only one. It's been prophesied- I'm actually written in a prophecy.

Just because I'm powerful, it doesn't mean I'm not weak. Hurt me and my heart will carry on beating, though I may wish is wasn't. But I'm not a god- I'm only human. Just an ordinary human that been cursed with this sacred duty.

So they can parade around in front of me and I'll seem strong. But that's all it is.

A saviour can't appear weak- be weak.

They'll cuddle and touch- hold hands and kiss- and I'll be strong. I won't feel bad- let them know that my heart's breaking inside- has been for years. They may be my friends, but to them I'm still they're saviour.

Soon my heart will be dust, but I can't show it- let them know I feel it. If I was allowed to cry out my loneliness, would my tears be dust? Would my crumbled heart leak out my body through those crystalline drops?

So no, they're lives may not be perfect- who's could be whilst the war still wages on- while life carries on? But they can touch and they can feel. I'm not allowed. I'm they're saviour, and the saviour isn't allowed to be human; for if he was human he would be weak, just like the rest of them.

So I'll go on putting on this face, wearing this mask. But sometimes I wonder- will I always be alone?

It's not like that in the movies or on the television. The couples argue but they always end up together, or have at least had someone before drifting apart. Even in real life that's the way it goes. You just need to look around the room to know that. The love they all hold for each other shines in their eyes- it always will do even if they break apart. Though my mask never will break, for it's not allowed to.

I'm only human; my heart can only take the strain for so long. I've never had anybody in my life to care for me and to care for in that way. Never have I been able to drift apart from someone because I've never had someone to drift apart from.

What if I never do? Will they be telling stories in the future of the man that never loved? The man whose mask became so permanent it became real?

If I can't feel will I turn to stone? If I can't feel, I can't be normal- even if already I know that I'm not a normal person. But still I wonder. I'm not allowed to feel, so I can't feel. If I can't feel and I'm not a normal person, I'm I actually human at all?