Author's Note:
Hi there fellas! Here is another update of my Project Heart 1 shots. It's been a while since I updated some stories of mine; I'm still working on my "In Both Realms" series. Well, I hope you like this one. I'm not into so much angst but I would try my very best. Please don't forget to submit your reviews, okay? Thank you!
NOTE: This fic was edited. LOL. THANK YOU Ayjah!!!
Disclaimers:
I don not own Ghost Hunt or its characters.
"As it is with a play, so it is with life—what matters is not how long the acting lasts, but how good it is."
Seneca
Closed Curtain
Upon the rise of the curtain of my life, I've been acting; a child to pleasure to her God-given parents, a kid to play with her playmates, and an angel to everyone who she meets.
In every scene I play… I always have my smile; even at my chaotic times. When my father died, they expected me to mourn so much, after all I am a daddy's girl. But, I did not. Instead, I smiled and wished my father a safe journey to God. My mother had been proud. I had become strong.
She didn't know that inside I was beginning to break. Still, I kept my smile… when my mother died. I shed a tear and then smiled brightly. I congratulated her, she's uniting with my father in heaven. Even if deep within me… I know I am alone now.
Years had flown by, I continued my splendid performance of happiness. Yet, after dark, in the isolation of my dark and empty room, I cried myself to sleep. Even then my smile is still present. Being alone can drive someone insane.
Honestly, I am not sure… who is the real me? The one smiling or the one crying.
I didn't know that the play could get more complicated. More twists and turns came into my life-long play.
I met people, worked with them, and I must admit… I am starting to feel happy, for once in my life I feel genuinely happy to have friends and a-sort-of family.
However, nobody prepared me for pain caused by falling in love. I know that theater plays always have romantic struggles, but I didn't know mine would be deadly painful.
I fell in love with him. He doesn't give a damn. Even with the pain and hurting of my unrequited love, I still smiled.
There are times, I let tears fall but then that's only part of the act. My acting certainly is remarkable. No one, not any one knew of the breaking and dying of my heart.
Each day, I hurt. Each day, I bleed… and each day… I die slowly.
As I lay here on my death bed with closed eyes. I smile. My acting must be perfect until the time when the final curtain falls.
This time, it's too late to notice… too late to stop, a tear falls from my closed eyes reminding me of my grief.
Indeed, I am the world's great pretender… the best actor of my life-play.
Until the end of the curtain fall. I didn't know… how my prince feels for me… only that as the final lights fade out of my life, I faintly heard him say 'No'.
AN:
Oh! Please just where in the world I got the idea of killing someone! Please be kind enough and review.