Oh and I dun own GW. If I did Trowa would be my slave :evil: er..."friend" thats it. Yeah *hacking cough*
Story time. Git sum popcorn
Rose of Tears
As I slowly sink in the bath, my muscles go lax from their tenseness. The Delegates angry voices, from argument which will never be solved dissipate from my mind. I duck my head under the water and thoughts come to me one my one.
_-_-_the water distorting my image of the outside world my own thoughts come to play. The never-ending cycle of hate and bitterness man hold?s. the stark emptiness of their souls. Their fake smiles and manners. Yet inside they are nothing but empty, hateful men. Is this what society demands a person to be? Is the human heart just a waste that God gave us? But why does mine bleed everyday thinking of their potential yet ignorant of it. Why do I cry every night thinking I?m turning into them? The feeling of being desperately alone and knowing it was my choice. But why do I still hope? I know that its useless. As the water slowly suffocates me, I finally have to go up for water. I realize these questions will never be answered. I am stuck, not knowing what to do. How to help. Hop can I save people, when I don?t even know the answers. I sigh, I realize the water has gone cold, and the feel of my skin is cold, and clammy. The Princess mustn?t get sick! Darn the title. As I say Darn the people the phrase catches in my throat. And I can?t say it. I just can?t! Damn!!! So once again I?m stuck crying in a bathtub. Once again thinking of people?s potential drowns my sorrow from my head. The tears die as I hear my bedroom door open. I canna let them see my pain. Plaster that smile on Lena! A timid voice calls out my name . I yell just a minute in my fake cheerful voice, praying they wouldn?t notice how strained it sounded. I get out and quickly dry off and put a robe on. I do not want people to wait my worthless self. As I walk past the mirror , AI notice my reflection. My eyes are dull and lifeless from crying, yet a brilliant smile still graces my face. Tears still coursing down my cheek?s , I open the bathroom door adjacent to my bedroom. I resolve to share my pain and let others in. They would be willing to help right? Must my pain be only mine. As I step out to receive the personal I can find is a note and a rose, curiosity getting the better of me. I open the note and find a simple line written down ? I hear your tears.? Sob?s racking my body I reach for the rose and notice it was wet with tears clinging to it?s petals. _-_-_-
Now I understand what it means to be use the heart given to us. I now know why my heart never stopped hoping. Coming to the conclusion that all will not be answered. Something?s just are. I smile, a real smile that defies the politician?s enigma.
Sorrow and hope entwined in the rose of tears.
oh, that was beautyfull. C'MON come out from under that bed, this really is good besides we don't harm newbies *well not always* 
