Meaning of Birth ~Luke Version~
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Meaning of Birth ~Luke Version~
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A/N: Here's Luke's version of Meaning of Birth... I don't mean that the other one is Asch just because I wrote this as Luke's Version. But I thought I could write something like that. It's just one page long, but I'm thinking about to write a longer Fanfic that will be Asch and Luke centered, so I wrote this, Maybe I write in Luke's POV, or not... I just don't want to write on my HP FF since I'm in a slump there, so I write other stuff to get out of it ^^;;
Have Fun =)
Meaning of birth ~Luke's Version~
Drip. Drip. Drip.
That was the only sound I could hear.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
It was annoying. This sound. It made me sick.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
I felt wetness on my cheeks. Tears? Maybe. But I'm a big boy, big boys don't cry, Father said that.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
I look down to the water in the pool.
I'm the only one in the spa, wanting to get away from the others.
They all seemed to gang up on me lately. Couldn't they stop their nagging just once? I'm not always in the mood to get mentally abused. Men I'm whining again. I wanted to stop, but habits die hard they say.
Maybe I AM a whining, self-pitying, self-centered brat. I deserve all these titles and more.
Since I'm not more then a useless copy, a soulless container of imitating feelings.
Can I even feel? I'm not even meant to be born. I'm only disturbing everything that truly exits.
All the ones who are originals, that look just down on me, on us replicas. Isn't it so? If not, why is everyone yelling at me?
Why would they look all at me in this frustrating way, like I'm not worth it?
Or am I imagining things? No it can't be, They all hate me.
I killed thousands of people, of course they hate me. They must hate me. I'm a monster. A dangerous being.
I envy Asch. He is the original. He can do what he wants. I just wish he would acknowledge me. Really, truly look at me. Not with hate but with... tenderness? Maybe at something that belongs to him? I don't know. But it hurts to be hated by him.
The others, that doesn't hurt so much, they can't understand how it his to be pushed away be something that is you and not you.
By someone who belongs to me but not belongs to me. He is me, but he is not me. I can't explain it but that is how it feels.
I think, I just want to be with Asch, to be with, the one who brings a calmness and on the same time an aggression – possession?
That's why I ask him every time when I see him to come along with us. Because I want to be near him.
But he hates me. He loathes me and can't stand to be near me. It hurts, it hurts so much.
Means my birth nothing to him?
Why am I born?
~fin~
A/N: Here's Luke's version of Meaning of Birth... I don't mean that the other one is Asch just because I wrote this as Luke's Version. But I thought I could write something like that. It's just one page long, but I'm thinking about to write a longer Fanfic that will be Asch and Luke centered, so I wrote this, Maybe I write in Luke's POV, or not... I just don't want to write on my HP FF since I'm in a slump there, so I write other stuff to get out of it ^^;;
Have Fun =)
Meaning of birth ~Luke's Version~
Drip. Drip. Drip.
That was the only sound I could hear.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
It was annoying. This sound. It made me sick.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
I felt wetness on my cheeks. Tears? Maybe. But I'm a big boy, big boys don't cry, Father said that.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
I look down to the water in the pool.
I'm the only one in the spa, wanting to get away from the others.
They all seemed to gang up on me lately. Couldn't they stop their nagging just once? I'm not always in the mood to get mentally abused. Men I'm whining again. I wanted to stop, but habits die hard they say.
Maybe I AM a whining, self-pitying, self-centered brat. I deserve all these titles and more.
Since I'm not more then a useless copy, a soulless container of imitating feelings.
Can I even feel? I'm not even meant to be born. I'm only disturbing everything that truly exits.
All the ones who are originals, that look just down on me, on us replicas. Isn't it so? If not, why is everyone yelling at me?
Why would they look all at me in this frustrating way, like I'm not worth it?
Or am I imagining things? No it can't be, They all hate me.
I killed thousands of people, of course they hate me. They must hate me. I'm a monster. A dangerous being.
I envy Asch. He is the original. He can do what he wants. I just wish he would acknowledge me. Really, truly look at me. Not with hate but with... tenderness? Maybe at something that belongs to him? I don't know. But it hurts to be hated by him.
The others, that doesn't hurt so much, they can't understand how it his to be pushed away be something that is you and not you.
By someone who belongs to me but not belongs to me. He is me, but he is not me. I can't explain it but that is how it feels.
I think, I just want to be with Asch, to be with, the one who brings a calmness and on the same time an aggression – possession?
That's why I ask him every time when I see him to come along with us. Because I want to be near him.
But he hates me. He loathes me and can't stand to be near me. It hurts, it hurts so much.
Means my birth nothing to him?
Why am I born?
~fin~