If only it'd come

The foggy hand of darkness caressed me into the corner of my mind. I lost the battle and here I am, curled up in the middle of it all. On the outside the world is crumbling.

I let this happen.

After all the fights and battles and wars…for me to give up like this is so…sad? I don't know how to explain it. I'd say I'm letting everyone down but who would everyone even be? I didn't even let him down; he won't care until he's flying away, maybe not even then.

I can't stop this.

My body is weak, both mentally and physically. I'm falling apart and as the outside world mirrors my cracks; I cower behind my own shadow.

It's all my fault.

Normally this would only affect me temporarilly. He would smack some sense into me and say I had changed and grown soft. That I wasn't worth his time. It always pushed me forward; until now.

It's all over now.

He is out destroying everything I knew and he probably doesn't miss me at all. I only hindered his progress though I know I've made him stronger because of it. I'm proud to say I was his rival.

I can only watch.

But I refuse to watch. I keep waiting for someone to pull me out of here. To save my from myself before it's too late. But I know that won't happen, and it hurts. So here I sit, waiting for that small gloved hand to stretch out to me.

He will come back.

Just to see me.

To save a rival.

This can't be ending.

I'll see tomorrow rise.

We'll fight like normal.

Wake up in bed.

Get up and stand.

See that stupid grin.

And hold that hand.

I'll hold it tight.

And never let go.

If only it'd come.