| Endymion, why don't you love me? Why her, that blond-headed twit! So frilly, so materialistic! Could she possibly love you as I? Appreciate you the way I do? How could she! One who doesn't see beyond her own desires and comforts. She is dispensable. Not fit for even your attention, let alone love. And what of I? Why could you not love me? Am I not more vibrant? More ready to sacrifice all for you? Is not the luscious darkness of my hair and skin more sensual to you? Compared to the pale figure you adorn your love upon? Do I not support you in every endeavor? Caress your decree? Endymion! I desire you! To kiss your lips, your eyes. I wish to run my hands through your dark hair so similar to mine. To press your hand to my heart. For you to hold me always. I need you. I want you. I desire you. I can never have you. And neither will she. You decided not to join me. I will never allow her to have you. And as I have destroyed her lands, I will destroy her. I am raising this sword, and neither of you see me. Forgive me, my love. Perhaps one day, I will forgive myself. I pause. I breathe. One blink, and I drive the sword through your strong back, and finally through your broad chest. I hear the screams. I feel my heart break as I see the crimson flow from your once proud physique, but inexplicably mortal frame. I see the tears in her eyes, and feel the joy in my heart. A release. And then the pain of loss. I laugh. I sense the insanity consuming my mind. But I wanted to be with him. So many strange emotions flowing through me. And then I feel it. That final release. As a cold, hard blade pierces my body and destroys me in the same way of my beloved. Then peace, such peace. No more emotions, no more pain, as the soldier's blade drains my life away. I desire to expire. Now, I'm a traitor. A traitor to both sides in this war. But why should I care? I will be no more. I am beyond the cares of this world. I ask only one thing, let me be with my Endymion. Memoirs of a Jealous Love BY:Tasia Chiba |