April 21, 2010.
The Last Confession
"He was mortal. He died. That's what mortals do."
I, Melissa Renn, look around, trying to distract myself. The hospital's clean, sanitized, everything thrown into horrible contrast by the fluorescent striplights. Father stands by Mother's bedside, eyes sad. A doctor bustles by, having long given up on Mother. Hell, she's even given up on herself. There's a reason why she's still here, though. Her lips move. Skul, I love you, she whispers. I can see the life leaving her. Father can only think about how she was never his.
One tear, filled with that last confession.
A/N: This was actually written on the 18th, but I have since edited it into the first person.
Heartaches and syrup nails and cold, cold stone~
Sweethearted.