[CoolNard]

Our moist lips are merely an angel's feather away from each other. Her flowery fragrance rendering me helpless. Tears of sorrow reluctantly swarm up in my eyes, blurring my vision. Tormentingly torn between my purgatory of emotions, the notion of hurting Suzette traumatizes me. Realization finally hits me: she-

*!!!* Suzette's eyes widen in appalling shock whilst she stumbles backwards, clutching her left thigh in pain. Blood spills everywhere. I look down in horror, then it dawns on me. In my subconsciousness, I had let my daggerboot swing down loosely, unleashing its wrath onto Suzette in the process!

Petrified, I fall to my knees and stare at Suzette in horror, at an apparent loss for what to do while the sensation of the whole world tumbling to pieces overwhelms me. It feels like the same blade that injured Suzette is stabbing continuously at my heart, pinning me onto the ground.

"No, Su, I-", I start but find myself throwing up blood as well.

Suzette had forseen the attack. A sword is pierced through my lower torso. I touch the wound - blood. Glancing up at Suzette, I see her hobbling towards me, leaning against the wall for support. Her eyes reverting back to their cruel and unpleasant state, her facial expression void of any love and warmth, but fused only with utmost disappointment and disbelief. Her hair hangs forlornly over her shoulder as she continues staggering darkly, to finish me off.

Pushing my arms onto the dirt, I stand up, barely collapsing back onto my knees, my arms hanging limply by my sides. My eyes urge her to search every inch of my body for the truth.

"I.. love... you... Su...", blood streams down from the side of my mouth when I speak. The strain I'm putting on myself causes me to pass out.

The cave walls sing of melancholy, their voices echoing despair.

**Argh.... Freaking writer's block!!! X_X**