/Sunset\

He watches the sunset and remembers declaring once that he wanted the sun all for himself. He remembers his mother telling him that taking the sun away from the world was both impossible and selfish. He remembers not believing her, and not caring whether it was true or not.

He watches the sunset and remembers the distant feeling of confidence as he told her that he loved her. He remembers the knife fatally piercing his heart as she told him that their worlds could never be. He remembers not believing that she meant her words, but caring deeply anyway. He remembers the life draining out of him as she walked away, toward the sun that could never be his. For even though the words were not meant, they were said.

He smiles as he feels the small, cold handgun that he holds. He does not like to remember. He does not want to remember for any longer. A small voice in the back of his head screams to him that her words that acted as a blade were merely a charade, and that she didn’t really mean them. He agrees, knowing this to be true. However, he thinks, people shouldn’t play with knives.

He smiles at his joke as he aims the gun to his head. He watches the sunset and is glad that he can look at at least one of the things he could never have for one last time.

A/N: My first attempt at angst. Posted this morning. Was it good or terrible? Please review.

Disclaimer: Me no own.

Some other stories by XxEviexX:

• Gone
• Fences
• Let the Flames Begin
• Misery Business
• Randomness