"Grief" By: StolenSpark


"Comments, flames, etc."

Pixie+Big Blue. I went through a box of Kleenex writing this.

How could you do this to me?

I'll be the first to admit that I didn't say anything until it was too late to matter. And you were as silent as me. But sometimes I'm so alone. I was the dark one, and I always thought you'd be there for me.

Why do I feel like I've killed you. The dragons they...

The only reason you were there was because of me. You said that you were loyal to me and me alone.

I didn't want that. I wanted you-not your loyalty.

I'd rather have been betrayed by you a million times over than have you die for me.

Too many people have died for me. Why'd there have to be one more?

Goddamn it, I need you!! Don't tell me this is it.

Why go on? Nobody really needs me, or cares. And where too? Moo would never take me back. I don't belong with Genki and the other searchers. Home to Northtown? Never. And I've already known what it's like to be alone.

Totally alone.

So what's the point? Go back to the hell I lived in before I found you? Before you found me? Wandering alone in a world that doesn't want me?

Fuck it, I've always been self-destructive. You've saved me before and I've said nothing of it.

Foolish Pixie, heh. So what's this compared to all those times when you were there to save me?

I think I'm justified.

I'm dying, I always was. Just now I'm dying faster. The blood runs down my arms, dying the fabric a deeper red. I curl up against your lost disk as I feel my body take on that glow that our bodies always do before death.

The glow that took you.

And I feel, just the slightest bit, like I did when I woke up in your arms after facing Moo.

I fall into that, and everything dies.

Travelers that passed that place on that road wondered at how the roots of the lost disks were intertwined so closely.

Till the Phoenix rose.