Well, I have no idea where this came from. It has been in my head fora while so I had to get it out. R&R please. :)
Crayons dart across the paper by quick hands, colours sparking against eachother on white. Long, blonde hair falling over her ocean eyes.
Did he know what he was doing to her?
She wasn't meant to feel this way, let alone feel at all. She had no heart.
She was nothing, nobody.
She was innocent. Yet why did those thoughts haunt her while she draws?
It was wrong, so wrong.
She wasn't meant to like him.
Erasing old memories, implanting new, everyday.
She felt bad.
But she wanted him, she wanted HIM to come save her.
He wouldn't dissappoint.
She knew it was bad, very bad.
She couldn't help it.
"I know what you wish for" she could hear Larxene, her whispering taunts in the depths of her mind "You wish for a heart, you wish to feel, to love, but you can't. It will mess you up one day, witch.."
She was already messed up.
She knows it shouldn't hurt. But why does it?
She knows from his memories, about HER.
Why does HE love HER?
She couldn't concentrate.
She didn't want to do this, but she had to. No choice.
She lets her frustrastion out by drawing, drawing HIM.
Going around in a vicious circle, never ending.
She wanted to escape the torment, escape liking him.
She couldn't, it was impossible.
She doesn't understand why or how, but she does.
She likes him.