The familiar pain of doubt...
I've almost given up finding out what my life is about...
I found myself at the lake again, my very existence in doubt again...
Many thoughts crossed my mind my son, my daughter, my wife...
Everything that was good for me came in flashes, but so did the bad...
I found myself staringinto the tranquil lake. It made me even angrier then I was to begin with...
As my anger grew the lake started to shake under the force of my emotion...
Soon a small crystal had floated up beside me, one of Diolo's pranks... I swatted at it and watched it shatter... I'd become used to the feeling of pain... But not the loneliness, not the all-seeing eye of doubt...
My hand begain bleeding and I didn't care I just let it fall to my side and bleed... Who would notice if I bled away anyway?
A few minutes passed and the cuts had all healed once more...
I should have realized people care about me... They didn't openly say it everyday but they showed it in their mannerisms... The things they did when I left in doubt...
I unfolded the crumpled note I held in my hand and looked over it...
Why was she trying to take me back after she tried to kill me...
I ripped the note to shreds and left them in the lake, but the last piece I saw of it hurt the most...
Alucard you are mine, and I will always love you,
Faith of Time...
Damnit she needs to leave... Leave me in the pain she caused... Leave me to try to live..."
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.