Postby Azier the Swordsman » Sun Oct 09, 2005 9:45 am
The Next Morning
Comes the dawn. I shoot out of bed, drenched in cold sweat; from the nightmares that have been plaguing me the entire night. At first; I wonder if the events from last night were nothing but a dream; a horrible nightmare like the ones I’ve been suffering; maybe if I walk outside right now; walk in the common room, she’ll be there among the others; laughing; having a good time, and it will really have never happened all along. I realize that I’m clutching something, I look down to see the heart shaped box. The one I made for her. It wasn’t a dream! It was all real! She really betrayed us… betrayed me... In a sudden burst of anger, I clutch the box and hurl it across the room. It hits the ground and shatters into several pieces.
I instantly feel a pang of regret. I climb off the bed; walk over and scoop the pieces up into my hands. This was, after all, the only thing I had left of her. I can feel myself starting to break down again as I gather the pieces. I can’t do this… I must stay in control… I can’t cry. It’s futile, and a few stray tears find their way down the side of my face where they strike the pieces in my hands.
Knock! Knock! “Hey, Beastboy, you okay in there?â€