So I sit here alone, waiting for you to come to some sense. it does me no good, as only a fool would fall for you. but a fool I am, and a fool I shall ever be. As I watch you fade...I await the cold grasp of Nyx to take me under. I may suffer, but nothing is the suffering which living has brought upon me.
So as I leave, I bid you adieu, which hopefully won't be the last time...come back safely to me, unharmed...for his sake, for hell hath no fury like a lover lost in his own concern...which should solely be your's, by the way...
I'm sorry
thanks. I should be fine eventually, I always am...