Don't you remember how I swore to serve you forever? Or have you already erased all your thoughts about me? Am I nothing more than a hologram, a fake truth, a lost memory? Something damned to be forgotton? A worthless cobweb in the dust- infested halls of your mind? The very notion makes me nauseous. But you don't care, do you? No one's ever cared. Everyone I love always turns on me. They may fall over themselves in a bid for forgiveness, they may remain nonchalant, but I now when they've betrayed me.
Will you be one of those people? My cold, corrupted, fallen angels. I doubt it. Why?
Because you were PURE. I was the one to turn you into what you are now. I was your corrupter, your rival, the only person that truly needed you. Oh, you're a smart one. You would have known of my intentions all along, I'm sure. But still, you distance yourself from me, feigning ignorance and disdain. You can tell all the lies you want, but that night... the single night... gave me the truth, no matter how unwelcome it may seem to you. I was ever so happy that night. Happy without a cause, some people have said. But I was ECSTATIC. Because my suspicions were confirmed, my hope bolstered. The future was bright for us, if only we chose to take it. Only now do I realise that such a vision was temporary, a mere mockery of what could be. Because the day you left, you just waltzed away and left me stranded in the cold. Afraid. Hurt. Alone. And utterly despising you.
To be only yours, that was my fondest wish. Much to my despair, it still is. If wishes were meant to come true, then I must be cursed. My wishes never fulfill themselves. But I need this to work. Oh, I need this to work. You are my only hope, my link to reality, my anchor to sanity. I need you, don't you see? Without you I'll go mad. Wonderfully, beautifully mad. And when I take my life, you'll be there to witness it. To witness me sheathing a dagger into my beating heart for all eternity. Then with my last breath, I will claim your life. Swift and sure... the Romeo and Juliet of the 21st century
But one can only dream...
Oh, and I like chocolate. (: