I can watch you fading into the dark, but I still can't miss you yet. While everyone is telling me I should be crying. I can't feel the sadness. Watching an old enemy come to your side he tries to ease your pain, but you cry in agony. Your eyes are briefly looking back into mine. They are begging, sorrowful, remorse, but I still can't come to you in sadness. I'm the strong one here. It's hard some say to be strong, but for me, it's not....I feel nothing. "What do you want me to do?" Is all I mutter, watching your throat bleeding from your wounds. You trust too easy, you should've known this would happen. Your old enemy is actually begging you to not go, how can he love you so much? You accept his love, and start to hate mine? How can you be a fool? Weeks can lapse and I won't go howling in pain to the skies for you....just watch. Your murderer stands near and I'll watch. His darkened eyes, his minion to his side, waiting for your death as if something great will happen. Your life is glowing a dim light as you ebb away. Your thrashing is starting to taper. At your side, your once upon a time enemy charges your murderer who was once his alpha- his leader. The villain is gone, congrats. Scrapping the ground, you whine, looking towards me. "Dean..." Your voice rasps to me, "sorry...please forgive me...." I tilt my head in curiosity, are you looking for pity? You won't receive it from me young female. Standing, I hear howling on the distant horizon. I think it's your other pack, praying for you. Blind in sight, and in mind they all think you'll lead them beyond the mountains end. Poor fools, they believe you. I know you expect me to stay, but I'll walk away. Others eyes, I feel them, glaring into my pelt. I'm walking away, but I'm sure I'll regret it later. A crisp breeze settles over the land, and that's when I know your gone. A wind stirring my pelt into being rigid. My own wounds along my back and neck freezing at the chilled winds. I know your there...only you would touch me so bravely. Can you not leave this world and leave me too? Leave my thoughts...don't return, your not my reason for living anymore....Your not worth dying for any longer. Once upon a time too long ago to remember, maybe I would kill myself with you. Whisking breaths of air have disappeared and dragged with them a storm worthy of hell. I go to sit in a cave, hearing the distant howl that I can identify all too well as a suicide call for help. Don't worry...I know who it is and why they do what they do. Looking up, feeling stupid for doing so but going on. "You drag yet another love with you...What was once an enemy, is now one who will lay with you in the sky tonight, even if by suicide." Still, though I can't cry for either of you I fear. For neither is worth the tears. Even as I lay my head to rest by what was once your bed, all I can do is chuckle...I know trouble for me because of you is coming soon. I don't know what for, but it's just too obvious. Closing my eyes to the steady rain outside, I can just barely make out cries. As if even the sky weeps for you my dear. Be happy though my dear, it's better to die fighting than die for nothing...For I believe soon enough I'll be dying for what seems unimportant to me now. As if dying for nothing....
Author notes
Please note: This isn't an actual story. It IS the feelings of one of my characters as they watch someone they once loved die. So it's like a side story of a story that's telling feelings.
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Does it seem to ramble too much? (it sorta did to me after a while, that's why I ask.) Also, just for fun- what do you THINK will happen to the narrator. (just to see who guesses right.)
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This is really awesome! The feelings are very strong and the images are quite vivid in my mind, though it would have been better if you had described more about the characters themselves. The emotions are so dark and beautiful, raging and sharp against the muted dullness of the death in the air. What was your inspiration for this? And are you writing more? I wanna know more!!! This would tie in very nicely with a tragic storyline, maybe even an epic. Keep going...!
I likez.
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Thanks Claire!....Claret.
Okay...sorry, sorry...don't send the chickens....or turkeys after me. Anyways, thanks and as far as my inspiration, truth is I didn't really have one per se....The story that goes with those emotions is indeed a tragedy, and through the series of books is an epic. However...this one particular book that goes with this short story...poem thing has a lot of death, betrayl, lost love. Guess what time I started writing it.....that's right, same time we were reading Romeo and Juliet in English. xD It wasn't a direct inspiration....but might've been subconsiously?...idk...
Anyways, yeah the whole thing pretty much has been written, just been too lazy to type it....but I might though....I might still add more of these emotion poem..story...things though for my other charries. -
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Rawrmuffinz. The chickens are on their way... Oh, crap, not that dude again. Stupid, chicken-choking jerk... now they're chasing after him. Well, I guess you get away this time... but it is a narrow escape. I will have my revenge yet.
Claret... maybe I could use this name to my advantage... is it not the color of blood? Claret... Scarlette... wow, the similarities are crazy. That's so weird.
Romeo and Juliet does affect most people strongly and almost always has a lasting mark on you, but you can't help but feel angry at Romeo for being so horny and at Juliet for being so naive. It was a very annoying story... but well-written nonetheless. Shakespeare was an excellent playwright, but he has a great tendency to piss people off.
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wow! that is so amazing! i love it sooo much! you may ramble just a tad, but not a lot.
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