Pourquoi, je t'aime, toujours.

Standing on the corner of Lucas and Priceless, I felt a wonderful sense of truth. I also felt, though, a severe pang of longing and hurt. What had I done to myself? No, not only to myself, but also to who I care so much for. The corner of Lucas and Priceless. That's where I want to stand, forever, and flaunt it to the world. It seems as though it's the only truth there is, as I stand there in my bitter-sweet oblivion. I fall in and out of trances, day dreams that are too real and vivid to be called dreams, and a pain runs me through like a double-edged sword. That's what I'm up against, that's what's cut me through and through, isn't it? the double-edged sword? Still, still, I stand below the only truth I can grasp. I stand on the corner of Lucas and Priceless. I drop to my knees, hurt and alone, and begin to cry. "Mon Lucas, mon amour" I whisper gently in a shaky breath, "Je t'aime, plus. Je t'aime, plus. Pourquoi, pourquoi, pourquio?" Words of different tongues roll past my lips on breaths as rough as the stormy seas. I collapse to my side, finally, and fade to black. As I do so, one last whispered breath escapes past my lips. "Pourqoui, je t'aime, toujours."