Ok, I really have no idea how I came up with this, I think it was a dream I had. I can have pretty trippy dreams. Oh well, on with it.
I don't own d.gray-man.
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Allen Walker.
The name that sends volts of electricity up my spine. I'm in love with Allen Walker.
Though I know he isn't in love with me. There's no room for me, is there, Allen?
You've closed your heart off from everyone around you, dedicating yourself to Akuma and Akuma alone.
True enough, you do seem to care for me, and Lavi, and brother, and others, but do you really?
Is it because you feel you need to care, rather then actually want to care?
You claim we are your friends, and that you love us, but are you only saying that out of politeness, because you feel since you have to, since we are fighting the same war?
But we aren't in the same war, are we?
You're fighting alone, just you, the Akuma, and that…that eye, which I hate so much. It has stolen you, possessed you, it will not let you go until every Akuma on earth is destroyed.
And then what, Allen?
Will you leave?
I don't want to ever say goodbye, but you would prefer to fight every single battle on your own, I'm sure.
You don't want anyone to enter your world of horror and darkness and pain, you think it' yours to face alone and that if you try to connect with another human you will cause that person pain.
No, it's only you in that world.
You and the Akuma.
That eye, Allen, that horrible eye...Why do you have it? Why did your father give it to you?
It has robbed you of this world, but this world…You need it, Allen, and it needs you.
Why won't you let yourself out?
You don't need to hide from us; you don't need to carry that burden alone.
Please, Allen, that night when you were missing and I found you, and you wouldn't tell me what was wrong, I wanted to scream and shout and hit you until you had some sense, and I begged you… "Don't go any further into that dark place."
But you did, didn't you?
I can see it when you I look into your eyes…Your clear, grey, beautiful eyes have lost part of their humanity. They are always looking to the horizon, as though searching for Akuma.
Even when they look right at me they aren't really seeing me, and that hurts, Allen, it hurts so bad that I've lost you.
Not that I ever really had you.
I love you, Allen Walker.
I hate you, Allen Walker.
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Lenalee let out a sob as she wrote this diary entry, and wiped a tear from her eyes. She could never let anyone know this was how she felt. Sighing, she looked out from her secret spot on the roof and over the city of Paris. The City Of Love, they called it. If that was true, then why couldn't it open Allen's heart to someone? Anyone? Her…
Suddenly, she felt the presence of another person behind her. Swiveling her body around, she saw a silhouette reading her diary over her shoulder. She gasped in surprise, but before she could do anything she felt strong, warm arms around her, embracing her tightly as though to protect her against the world.
'I'm sorry, Lenalee, I'm just…Sorry…'
Lenalee closed her eyes, tears falling down her face as she leant against Allen's chest.
'Allen…'
'I love you, Lenalee Lee.'
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Yeah, confused? As am I. I still don't know really what happened; I probably shouldn't write stuff based on dreams.
Anyway, hoped you like this one-shot, and please review. If you do, I will personally pm you with my thanks, plus a cookie.