Author's Notes: Okay, so I lied, this isn't going to be updated more often. But, these are more for my enjoyment than anyone else's for right now, so nyah! (Which also explains the brevity of every…"chapter".) Oh, and remember that the point of view may or may not change from one-shot to one-shot, so don't get confused. Hm…what else? Oh, yeah...thank you's for the people whom have reviewed/commented/emailed about this!

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Title: It All Falls Down

Chapter: One Last Time

Rating: PG-13

Author: Singe

You begged me not to leave over and over again. I didn't know what to say, what to do, or how to act. How could I mean so much to anyone? How could I, such a worthless, dirt soul, have meant anything to you, much less everything?

We both knew that time was out, that is was far past the point at which I would have no other choice but to lose anything and everything I had, what little of worth there was of it. Once upon a memory, we sat hours on that rotting wood dock, pretending the world wasn't turning, that I wasn't leaving, that you could really love me, and that we were still the same.

I had never before realized how terribly sad it is to meet someone, how heart-wrenching that the first encounter, the first moment is certain to be. And then it was time to say, "It's over," and to bid that final falsely casual good-bye. But that, I suppose, is an entirely different matter.

I froze while you began to cry, tears just like the crystal-jagged beads of sunlight. Sobbing, you told me that I had to stay. In the end, I was unable to do anything but that; I could only walk away.

Remember you, remember me; it's just one more thing that neither of can ever actually be. There's been so much pain, so much darkness, and so much blood spilt. Far too much blood; it flows endlessly, a river of the brightest red, an indescribable red. There's a color that the humans call "blood-red" but it isn't the same. Real blood is colored with something more, something so tangible that it's nearly impossible to look away and even more so impossible to identify. It's as if that opaque red liquid is itself alive, or perhaps, as alive as the source.

I wonder what color my blood would be, but I suppose now is not the opportune moment to find out; I must live for both of u snow. So I shall wait, for now. It is not yet time to see if my blood is as dead as I feel. No, it is not yet time. Someday. Someone will slit my throat, or perhaps I'll perish in a pointless accident, but for now, I will live.

No, that's not quite right, either. Hm…let's say, "For now, I will continue to exist," shall we? It's more accurate. This isn't life. This is simply my never-ending tragedy. And the finale has yet to begin.

Ending Notes: Well, that came out weirder than expected…and well below my normal standards. I guess that's what I get for writing these at odd hours. Anyway, feel free to leave a review/comment; it would be much appreciated!