`I'm so Sick}}

[Angie Cherish]

Soft foot steps crunch into the crisp snow covered ground. The many foot prints behind showing a trail of draggin feet. Their purpose seeming to be sluggish and defeated. Each step causing the wind to howl into the soft blue tinted skin. No feeling or reaction coming from the poor sad soul. Her dead blue eyes matching the cold lashes of the winter. Gazing with no emotion set in those eyes of hers; her feet truding towards a familiar place.

A place where she use to spend her time thinking, when she first arrived in this cold land. Where the snow always falls, and never cease their winter wonders. Where any hint of warmth in the air would signify the start of the apolocolypes. So violent and deadly, but a sight to see.

Coming upon the cliff, her eyes glance down at the crashing sea below. How it seems to remain liquid and not frozen always perplexed the scientisits, but one thing is for sure. It never was an uncommen thing for someone to drown in these waters.

Scuffing her shoe to the edge, where few pieces of pebbles fall down to the sea, she pulls the foot back and turns around. Her shivering hand clasping around the simple gray cloak as she unties and allows the winds to carry it away. Simple and easy.

She closes her eyes with a shift of her body. The air causing her silver hair to fling into her face, lashing about like whips. So cold, and so distant. It's so simple as taking a single step.


Death is pretty scary when you think about it,
So if I close my eyes,
rid all thought from my mind,
and open my arms to
anything and everything
Than maybe, just maybe,
I can spread my wings
and fly;

Fly from that tattered world,
To let these strings of mine,
be cut lose and feel,
those cold arms encase my body,
as I sink deeper and deeper,
into the dark abyss that calls me.

All feeling gone from me,
All sight fading from me,
and all life given from me.
To cute these strings of mine,
will end this symphony of mine.

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[Alicia Valka]

Alicia wasn't sure why she was out here. Probably avoiding any questions Yuan might have of why she'd suddenly rushed out like that. She had a feeling she'd be in trouble when she came back to the base... Either way, she was here now. Feeling the snow, falling on her skin... Was she different from other angels somehow? She thought she vaguely remembered hearing somewhere that they couldn't feel anything... But in that case, what was different about her? And had it been the work of Estressa?

Regardless, she was out here now. And it was cold... So cold... And yet, she welcomed it... Something about the cold, felt comfortable to her at times. Why was that? Perhaps... Something in her own soul. Sometimes, she could be cold as well... When she was angry, it wasn't exactly... Fiery, as she'd heard it described. It wasn't burning rage, it was icy wrath. Pure malice, that didn't overtake her completely, still allowed her to be calculating.

The monsters around this place seemed to know better than to attack her by now, for she was able to walk in peace... Wherever she was going. She wasn't entirely sure. She was just... Walking. Walking through the icy cold, as if it was nothing. At some point, the ground started sloping upward... At the top, there was a figure standing there. As Alicia came closer, she got a better look at the person standing there. "Angie?" she said, wondering what the other girl was doing there.

Then, suddenly, Angie stepped off the cliff. Alicia reacted instantly, barely even thinking about it. She didn't know why Angie would kill herself, but she wasn't gonna let it happen... Though, Angie had tried to kill her earlier. So why didn't Alicia just let it happen, when Angie was trying to kill herself... It didn't matter. Alicia wasn't going to just stand there.

She flew up into the air, and toward the cliff, before diving down after Angie. But, even Alicia was only so fast... Could she make it?

[Angie Cherish]

The cold rushes of the wind flow past her body as gravity calls to her. Her boyd ready for the cold rushes of the sea engulfing her and not letting her go, but that feeling never comes. The warmth of something grabs her, jerkin her body at the sudden feeling. Who would dare disturb her death?

Angie snaps open her eyes to look at soft golden hair, and those ...blue eyes. Her own icy blue eyes staring at them with hate and malice. Hating that it's Alicia who caught her, and having her know about this; she rips herself from Alicia's grasp.

Her body tumbling down before she curls into a ball. From there she steadies her decent and puts two fingers to her mouth, allowing a freezing cold air to stream at the sea and cause it to become solid. Twirling around to land with a hard thud on the this small island, she looks out into the sea. Not daring to look at the girl in the eye.

Why did she want to kill herself? Well, she couldn't exactly say it was because she was sick of life. That's an all to commen reason really. Perhaps, it's because she felt no use of herself. Nothing more than a bother to those around her maybe.

It doesn't matter, she would never explain herself. Never. Specially to the likes of her

you sink into my clothes,
this invasion makes me feel,
worthless, hopeless, sick
I'm so sick, infected with
will I live?
Let me live without this,
emptiness, selfishness
I'm so sick.

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