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*{something that popped in my head and i don't feel like writing it down, so yeah. >_> It's not supposed to be written like most books, it's written as if someone was telling you in person. Not everyone is discriptive. <_<}*

I suppose most people start their story with the begining, but too much had taken place for me to remember what had happened first. But I suppose this isn't like most tales I've ever heard about, and I'm not even the center. If my life was a book, I guess I would be the background character, always blending in the hero's tale with little recognition. But I do not care, for my fate had been better than her's, yet I feel her pain ten times over. I still mourn and weep for her, being in the center stage and taking it like a true hero. These are my observations of her life while she was still breathing.

I remember clearly that I had warned her not to go with such a man like Zasalamel. He was a hansome figure, yes, but his true identity isn't something a love-struck woman should chase. He was in fact a demon, and being one myself, I knew there was nothing good coming from him. She wouldn't listen.

No, she would alway run off with him, sneaking out like a sixteen year old into the night to meet him, chasing the truth of what was about him that was so mysterious. I told her he's no good news, without letting her know he was who he was, but she was never the type to listen. She was headstrong, beautiful with her green eyes and wild blonde hair, persistant, and human. I guess that's why I was so close to her, so in love with her, that it tore me to see her yearning for someone else. This demon with black hair and red eyes, Zasalamel. Her mind's angle, her killer, my hated one.

No, he didn't kill her with his own hands. As much as I would love to deny the fact, he loved her as much as I did. He was captivated by her mortal persistance, her caring heart, and those gorgeous eyes that any man would bark like a dog for. He would have gave his life for hers. I made sure of that at the last moment.

Demons don't make good lovers, that's why I never dared getting that close to her. Not that we cannot satisfy, no no. We attract more demons to our area, example of Zasalamel when I was here for more than three years. I warned him to leave when he had found me. He claimed he couldn't leave her, for they had made love and she was going to bear his child. I lost my temper for the first time that day. Oh, the sweet memories of fighting that wretched demon, they turned bitter when she, my love, saw such a sight and cried. I had made a vow to him in private; if she looses her life on his influences, I would murder him with my own hands. We lived up to that expectation.

It was only a mere six months, her belly swelled up like Zasalamel's ego with his spawn, when she lost it. Though it was only a fetus, she had already considered it a living being. A new demon had come, it's name I dare not remember, and thirsted for misery. It found it's way to her, and caused her to fall hard on her stomach, instantly killing her child. She had wept for many moons, while Zasalamel conforting her after killing the demon with so much pleasure I was actually terrified of him. I suggested another child if it made her that happy, but she threw a ash tray at me, saying I wasn't helping and I was a monster. She didn't even know then, I had guessed that Zasalamel didn't want her perfect image of a friend being shattered, though he had told her of what his being is. She still stayed.

It hurt me to see her with a demon she was full aware of, yet her best friend's identity had to remain in the shadows. I declaired it unfair, like when I was a little boy, sticking my tongue out at the little girl with blonde hair for taking the last cookie from the jar. But I didn't want her to know who I was. Though she might be my love, she have already decided in who she wished to be with, and she needed someone reliable to fall upon if her vision suddenly became clear of the outlook of demons.

And so, after a a full year and a half, she had recovered from her loss and kept on living life with her lover. They never married. I didn't see why couldn't they, but I guess their story book tale was better like this. She never tried to have another child, that I was glad of, but it ground my nerves to the depts of hell when I could tell she was still having that passion with him. As long as she was happy, I had pretended not to care. Pretended I was a supporting friend that she could spill all of her worries of Zasalamel to. I had to pretend alot, and I would have prefered it like that.

I will never forget this dreadful day as long as I live. The day she died. The day my heart died. She died nobley, saving her lover from yet another wondering demon. This time he thirsted for death of Zasalamel. I didn't understand who that was or what was actually going on, but Zasalamel made my love happy, so I made myself enter the fray to help him, only for her. I thought we could get rid of it quickly, but he proved to be a worthy opponent indeed. He knew all of Zasalamel's stratigies, and had rendered me useless. She had found us in the forest, and ran to his side. Completely ignoring the one she knew as human. I guess she found out that instant and was horrified of me. If only I had that kind of comfort to fall upon. Zasalamel told her to stay away from the battle, and then only she came to me. She asked if I was alright, but I reassured her that my wounds are healing. I didn't like to be defeated so single handedly. Before I knew it, the intruder had pinned Zasalamel to the ground with a sword. I guess I should have known she was going to run to him.

To scream his name in panic.

And die in the middle, sacrificing herself to by time for Zasalamel.

I didn't comprehend what had happened, only knew that I was crying and screaming after her. I didn't realize she was dead and motionless, only that there was a sudden empty pain in my heart. Zasalamel didn't hesitate to kill the demon while he was stunned, but I didn't know what had happened. My whole grasp on reality had slipped away with her last breath, and all I knew was that my body had moved on it's own dispite it's damaged stage and run to her.

Crumpled. Lifeless. Her green eyes were now empty pools staring blankly at nothing. I don't remember registering she had died, only holding her lifeless body and crying in her blonde hair. Rocking her back and forth, finally telling her my whole truth. About me, about my feelings for her, though I knew it was too late. They fell on deaf ears.

We didn't have a fancy funeral for her, but those that loved her attended. I remember her mother clinging to my arm, crying as the preacher blessed her grave and soul. I remember her sisters wailing into each other as her brothers just stared into nothing, not realizing tears fell down thier faces. Her other friends cried, but they had kept looking over to Zasalamel and me, to see how we were doing. Like we was going to loose it and break and crumble before thier very eyes. Yet I had nothing on my mind, except for one thing that us two had promised in the very beginning.

If she were to die because of his influence, I shall kill him with my own hands.

I found that quite hard to do after the funeral, to hate this man for so long and having to care for him for my lost love. I had began to give respect to him, and even almost liked him, but as one thought reserfaced, I lost all moral. If it wasn't for him in the first place, she would have lived. She would have been here, laughing my favorite laugh, smiling my favorite glowing smile.

I had killed him in a single blow, and he didn't resist. He didn't want to live without her. This moral action almost made me insane. Why do I always be percieved as the villian? WHY is it me that have to be crushed in the grinstone in the end? I had saw her face that instant his blood stained my hands and splatterd little drops on my face. She wasn't that stubborn woman I fell in love with so long ago. She was a tortured soul, horrified at what I've done. I saw her face as if it were the Heavens themselfs, and mourned. I never did anything right in her eyes, never. Never could she recall a pleasent conversation with me that didn't end up with me gritting my teeth, balling up my fist. She was a perceptuos person.

And so now, with Zasalamel's life and blood on my hands, a duty that seemed so long ago, the story must end. One can't say the've finished their book, until thier own life,

Is gone.






The End! ^_^