Kilia-Dragoniel

I'm alone, on the ground. Blood flows from my wound. I won't make it. I know I wont. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to survive. I promised him I would survive. I was strong. I was supposed to come home. I wasn't supposed to die alone. I count my breaths, each one hurting like a knife. 1...2...3...4...5...6.......29........70. I lose track. I'm still here, bleeding on the dirt, clinging to my life. My mind knows I won't make it, but my will won't die. It won't let me die in peace. I don't know how much longer I can hang on. Not long enough for help to arrive. Somebody might find me the morning or in a week or not at all. Ma

You won't see tears in my eyes I'm too tough to cry Break my bones, tear my flesh Not a single tear I'm too tough to cry Break my heart, crush my soul My eyes are dry I'm too tough to cry But in secret, way deep down there is a little girl crying her eyes out But you won't see her Because I'm too tough to cry

He kisses me on the lips. I close my eyes and enjoy every minuet of it. But can't help but wonder, why me? Why me out of all the girls, why does he like me? He's funny, kind and he's great to be around. I'm not pretty, I can be bossy and controlling and I put my studies first. Why does he like me? When will I lose him? No love lasts forever, so when will it be over? I never want it to be over, but it will someday. When will have to stop calling him mine? Then I remember he is mine today and I might as well enjoy it. So I throw my arms around his neck, pull him close and hold him for as long as the Fates will allow.