November 16, 2010.
Self-Mockery
"Who are you to decide when we fight? Why should you decide when we die?"
Lives-thousands and thousands of lives-rest upon her now. The fate of the world is on her shoulders. The thing is, the thing she'll never admit, is that she can't do it without him. She can't save the world on her own. She hates that.
One tear, filled with self-mockery.
A/N: Or, you know, self-hate.
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.
