AN: Er… I dunno O.o;; I guess this is strange O.o; Hell, I know it’s strange :D I wrote without any point, but I suppose it can be a point to aim to with one of the unwritten stories I have. Probably the angel thingy one. Hmm. Ah well. If you read it, please review! ;;;

Empty.

My glass is half empty.

I signal to the bartender to bring on another, but he ignores me. I seem to have a knack for being ignored. Maybe it’s because I don’t really exist. Maybe it’s because I don’t really care to.

Oh gods, it’s so empty.

I haven’t lived much since he died. Hell, I haven’t lived at all. All I can remember is committing that fatal sin that is suicide…

I don’t know if it was a successful attempt or not.

They way everybody ignores me would be a clue, wouldn’t it?

Or maybe I really am invisible.

Maybe I never existed in the first place.

I bet you’re confused. That’s all right. I don’t expect you to understand.

I don’t want you to.

All you should do is buy me a drink. Would you? Please?

No? All right then.

I guess you don’t see me either. It’s rather annoying, being looked through, stared at, but not having anybody see me…

They see a body, I suppose. They see the body I long to have. The body I miss dreadfully.

They see him.

I’m so empty…

It’s strange, I suppose. How empty your soul can get when someone dies. Darkness eats at you, and soon all that will be left is a gaping void where my soul used to be. Where I don’t want it to be anymore.

He stole my soul when he died. He took it with him. Why couldn't he take me?

He took the wrong soul. He took my worse half. He knew the difference.

Tainted. That’s what I am now. My once better half has last my worst half to the one person we both loved above all else…

And the darkness prevailed.

So much for good beating evil.

What a bunch of bullshit.

Buy me a drink, would you?

I want to forget his hands. I want to forget his voice, and his smell, and his touch. I want to forget his eyes that used to glow, I thought, at me. But he didn’t take me. He chose, and I came out wanting.

Buy me a drink so I can forget, because I don’t want to remember anymore. I don’t want to think about how he died. I don’t want to think about how I came out last in the race for his heart. I don’t want to remember how it feels to be split in two because of someone who gave the darkness light.

I’m nothing without him. I never was. I never will be. He took a part of me with him when he died, and now the part that’s left is trying to call him back. Maybe if he sees how tainted I’ve got he’ll come back and choose me.

But until then, I’m lonely.

Buy me a drink?

Because it’s still so empty.