trinityrenee

My eyes hurt. I've spent the last few days thinking and everything that I try to keep inside of me keeps boiling over. I question everything: my past, my present, my future. Will I live my dream again? Will I ever be out of this darkness? Will I make people proud once more or am I destined to be a complete and utter failure at everything I do? Failure. That word looms over my head and I feel the tears well up again. I feel as though every task I take on in life ends in a fiery mess of chaos and pain. Every time I pull myself up to my feet to trudge on with life, chaos comes to knock me back down. I fight with myself every day to keep going.

I watched you fall apart and chased you till the end. I’m left with emptiness that words cannot defend. You’ll never know what I became because of you. Ten thousand promises. Ten thousand ways to lose. ~*~*~*~*~ “It’s done, Minerva...” Desmond spoke softly, looking at the two holographic figures from those who came before. They had each proposed a way to save the world, one by death of thousands and the other by the death of one. “The decision’s made...” It wasn’t a decision that was made lightly, but if he could save the world by sacrificing himself, I knew Desmond was going to do ever