April 3, 2010.
Self-Pity
"Do you want me to catch you if you fall, or...?"
"If you wouldn't mind."
He had caught her then, and other times. Now she lay wounded on the battlefield, dying alone. He couldn't save her, couldn't protect her. He would have been sorry, she knew it.
One tear, filled with despairing self-pity.
A/N: Delusive self pity, more like.
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.