*Whispers*
Love... what have you done...
Why is this red liquid flowing down your arm...
Why is your chest not moving...
Tell me, my love...
*Holds her fine corpse*
I've been scarring those lands with my presence
Yet, you came here with holy intentions
Just to heal my cruel heart...
And now... where have you gone...
What in the hell have happened to you...
Why did you hurt yourself...
*Picks up a razorblade*
You promised me you wouldn't...
You promised me...
I can do nothing but commit a sin...
I was too weak to prevent that.
*Starts cutting through his own arm*
*Sighes in relief, while frowning*
This may look like Romeo and Juliet...
Perhaps it is...
My life, is yours...
I told you I can't live without you...
What am I without you?
Absolutly nothing...
Don't even try...
Don't even bother yourself...
You broke a promise, I'll break mine...
Why didn't you hurt me... instead of you?
Me, whom can't feel physical pain...
Or is it a message you're trying to send me...
*He looks up to his arm and no signs of a cut were made*
No...
*He backs off a bit while looking at the blade*
It cannot be...
*He holds the blade and tries to puncture himself. His body remains healthy*
Why...
===== He will try too many attempts to kill himself, which all will fail miserably. Eventually, alcohol will strike his poor soul, and lead him towards pain. A sorrow which can't be cured anymore. He's already considered as Doomed. Though, he has never seen the crumbled paper she had wrote for him...=====
|My love,
|
| My dear lover... I'm sorry... nothing in my life was worth living...
|Except for you... you were the only one who gave a meaning to my life...
|But I don't want to be such a burden for you... I love you... I truly do...
|All I want is you to forgive me and find someone else, you're too perfect for
|me. Wherever my soul will go, I will look for you, I will protect you.
|You will not harm yourself, you will not be harmed. Live, my love, live.
|You were my angel, my life. Now live, if you love me like you said you did.
|
|
| Eternally and truly yours,
|
| Your lover, ||//|///|/||/|/|\
=====The name was blurred, and the letter could hardly be read, for many tears had fallen onto the readings.=====
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