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Question: Out of all the Dexholders, who would you kiss, kill and marry?

My Answer: HMMM. Kiss: Dia. Kill: Emerald. Marry: Ruby!

Characters: I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone, so this is a Red X Green X Yellow X Blue love square.

Summary: A vague, vague drabble that is similar to the Green/ Red/ Leaf one, with lyrics from one of my favourite songs: 'In My Veins' by Andrew Belle and Katie Herzig. Do tell me your interpretations of this in your review!

In My Veins

~Nobody is perfect, oh, but everyone's to blame

All that you rely on, and all that you can save

We'll leave you in the morning

We'll find you in the day~

The golden-hearted girl sits in an empty field, and pens the words she can't speak out loud.

'My Anchor,' she writes on the paper.

'When I think of you, I think of rain. I think of drowning and being saved and then being pushed back under again because you've been trying to convince me that I can breathe underwater. This is my twenty-fourth epiphany in twenty-four hours, and you've been the focus of every single one of them: you and me, and how the undertow is slowly claiming us both.

'But if I had a choice, I wouldn't want you to go under- I wouldn't want us both to be dragging each other down. But our tears are sinking us both, and I'm just so sorry we had to end this way.'

She puts that tear-soaked letter to the side and moves on to the next.

'My Lighthouse,

'Fairytales have so many flaws, and even though I love them I have to face this fact directly. It's the same for you. I have to face you directly, or else I'll be trapped in an almost-dream where I'm thinking that we're going to last forever when in fact we haven't even begun.

'I still believe in fairies, though.

'I still believe in you.'

She lays that one overtop of the other, and with a shaking hand begins the last one.

'My Harbor,

'You sang the most beautiful song I've ever heard. It was such a raw, moving song, and it threatened to rip me open- sometimes, I wish it did. But it didn't. You and I both know that it didn't. And I'm so, so sorry for that.

'I have this fear of falling, you know, because I don't like that sensation of my stomach dropping. And you're like a rollercoaster ride; you go up and down and I can't quite seem to figure out where the bumps are.

'So instead of riding, I'm going to hit the off switch.

'I hope you'll forgive me one day.'

She stares at the letters. Then, choking back her tears, the golden-hearted girl takes a lighter and watches them shrivel up and burn before her eyes.

000

~Oh, you're in my veins and I cannot get you out

Oh, you're all I taste at night inside of my mouth

Oh, you run away, because I am not what you found

Oh, you're in my veins, and I cannot get you out~

The razor-worded boy sits on an empty bed, and pens the words he can't speak out loud.

'My Future,' he writes on the wall:

'Have mercy. I need my heart back.'

After staring at the words for a moment, he moves onto a fresh patch of white wall.

'My Past,

'I need to breathe, and that would be much easier if you would get the fuck out of my life.'

With shut eyes he concludes, finishing off the triangle he's shaped the words into.

'My Present,

'The saddest thing I've ever seen is your smile. I'd tell you that everything's going to be okay, but I don't want to force-feed you anymore lies than you've already swallowed.'

He looks at the words scrawled across the wall, and runs his hands across them just to see them smudge. His hands come away blackened.

000

~Everything is dark

It's more than you can take

But you catch a glimpse of sunlight

Shining

Shining down on your face

Your face~

The keen-eyed girl sits in an empty room, and pens the words she can't speak out loud.

'My Heart,' she writes across her ribs.

'You'll miss me when I'm gone, have no doubt about it. But you taste like half-burnt wine and I taste like the type of alcohol you'll never drink, so why don't we just clink together our glasses and call it armistice?

'Because even though there's beautiful in the downfall, darling, it won't be you and me hand-in-hand watching the world burn down.

'The world will be the one watching us, and we won't even be able to hold each other as the fire gnaws at our bones.'

She moves onto her collarbone, writing the second segment in a spiral there.

'My Soul,

'We were never destined to be one of those couples that dance in the rain and kiss away each other tears; we're much more suited for words that can be taken for either love or war, because reality's cynical like that and happily-ever-afters are overrated. It doesn't mean that I don't need a prince every now and then, though- someone to catch me when I fall, even if I just spit in your face and clamber up by myself afterwards. We could have fireworks, you know, even if I just turn them into bombs. I don't mean to, really. It's just that I don't know any other way to react.

'But honestly, how does one give up a dream? Is it a flash of realization, or a slow and painful process that takes years?

'I'm asking because you're my dream, sweetie. And even though there's usually some pleasure in taking what was never yours this time it's different.'

She raises the pen to her forehead, finishing off her written-out thoughts.

'My Mind,

'You are nothing false and possible. If I could, I'd give you my wings, but I don't have any and you don't need them to fly; you're anything but a heretic, and are the innocence to my sin. I wish I could tell you that I'm sorry for all this, but there are times, when the world has gone to sleep and I'm the only one awake to feel it spinning, that I wonder if I really am.

'There's one thing that makes you one step below me, though, dear: your belief that love can damn you.

'See, if you don't have religion then that means that you never have to face the consequence of hell.'

She stares at her bare body in the mirror, at the words that swirl across her skin: then she steps into the shower and rinses it all off, ink circling the drain before vanishing forever.

000

~No, I cannot get you out

No, I cannot get you out~

The largely-dreaming boy sits in an empty place of memories, penning the words he can't speak out loud.

'My Paper Airplane,' he writes in chalk on the pavement.

'The dog days suited you, but we're older now. We can't be Peter Pan and the Lost Boys anymore.'

He moves on, taking a moment to think before lowering the chalk.

'My Breeze,

'I'd feel grateful for your coolness, but you're no substitute for air-conditioning. Because in a moment or two you're going to be gone, and I'll be left in a dry heat.'

Sunlight refracts off the chalk, turning it into a myriad of colours as he finishes.

'My Landing Strip,

'If you really love someone, you have to let them go.

So goodbye. And thank you.'

Tears fall like rain from a cloudless sky. Then he sweeps his hand across the letters, and they are whisked away on the summer wind along with everything else.

~Oh, no, I cannot get you~