“Tomorrow.”

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A/N: Literally wrote this at 1 in the morning, so mind any mistakes lol
I loved you, I thought you felt the same for me. But I guess I was wrong. 
Our love was forbidden, ice and night cannot mix, it must stay balanced. But we hid, remember? We ran away. That night was dark, a thick fog covered even the moonlight. I should have known better not to trust you. 
The day we first met, we were young, foolish, to think our love would work. How foolish we were! That day I would never forget, the bustling streets of Possibility, the sun bright and beaming down on your scales. Your dark yet vibrant NightWing scales, each individual one like the most elegant snowflake, smooth like the icy waters of the IceWing Kingdom. Your eyes, sharp as a icicle, a alluring blue, watching me as I past you. 
"Who are you?" You had said, speaking in a tone I would always remember, demanding. "Iceberg of the first circle." I had said back, but looking at each other’s eyes, I knew we were meant for each other. 
So where did you go? 
What happened to the charming NightWing I loved so very much? Everything about you was perfect, from your face to your tail. Oh, how you would joke and tease me about your powers, saying that you read my mind or that you seen what tomorrow is like so wouldn't have to worry. 
You had a warmth that I loved, I would yearn for it to return tomorrow. It was comforting, like a cool breeze in the forest. You said you loved me, more than any other dragons, you said you loved me like the moons, like life itself. You'll say that tomorrow and everyday after that. 
When did you stop? 
I never realized until I started to miss you, you'll be there next to me, yet I never felt the same. The look you had, replaced with annoyance. The warmth, uncomfortably cold, but what scarred me was when we first fought. 
"I gave everything to you!" 
"You made yourself worthless! Now leave my sight!" 
Everything. I gave everything to you. 
My family, status, home, kingdom, tribe. 
But you brushed it off like nothing, saying you'll take care of it tomorrow. Then you did the same the next day. 
"I'll do it tomorrow." 
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. 
I'm sick of it! Sick! 
Every day was tomorrow for you. After that, I never looked at thoses roses the same again. Those blood red roses, bundled together like snow. You would gift me them almost everyday.
"They remind me of you." 
You would say. 
"No roses today?" I teased one night when you came home. 
"Don't expect me to get roses for ou every single day!" You snapped back, but after you saw my surprised reaction you added. "I'll get you them tomorrow." Well, you never did. 
You seperated from me over the years, stop loving me. But I never stopped loving you. I begged for you to come back, but it was too late. 
I should've warned you. Back then when you would've listen to me. You listened to everything I said, you were there for me, talked with me, laughed.. I don't remember the last time truly laughing with you, let alone a normal conversation. It's just fights now, each word spoken like a dagger to my heart. 
Was I just a line in your song? 
You said I was more to you, that I was everything to you. It seems like you forgotten. You may have lost it but I still have it, the promise we made. You may have broken it, but I didn't. If you had known me, I never break a promise, I'll keep it until the day death parts us. 
You had big dream, you wanted our own little dragonets, little versions of us. I remember you would suggest names, I remembered all of them. You also said that you wanted peace between our tribes, you wanted a place where all tribes mixed with no wars, where everyone was happy and was in harmony. I would hear you ranting about a better world every day and night, and I would happily listen with a smile. 
I miss you. 
I want the old Silenthunter back, the one who would try everything at work just so he could see me a little bit earlier, the one who would laugh and joke with me. I want him back, this Silenthunter isn't him. You became different. 
On our first date you said to me, "Your eyes are beautiful in the moonlight." 
On our wedding you said, "We're never leaving each other, promise? Until death." 
Promise is a strong word. You made many promises in your life, in my life. It was our life. Was it me? Did I do something wrong? 
Our wedding was simple, no one was invited as no one had to know about our relationship. It was set in a plentiful, lush forest full of flowers scattered on the ground. It was a clear night, a slight breeze rolling past us. Even if no one was there, we both smiled and laughed. I would never forget that day. 
"Tomorrow we'll be officially mates." 
Oh how glad and proud you sounded then. Someone could ruin the weather and you would still be as glad as a owl. 
It seems like you still kept half of your promise, my dear love. We are still together after all these years, these years of mountains and hills, of rivers and oceans. 
How strange it is for love to be so powerful? I remember the day you started to change, of course I didn't realize then. I was talking but you were dozing off, not listening to my words. You apologized, replying neatly with "Tomorrow I will." . So I simply thought you were tried after a long day of work, so I sent you off to sleep, not thinking much into it. 
Then at some point you just stopped. You stopped trying, "Tomorrow" seems to be your new favorite word now. 
I cannot forgive you any longer. I loved you, I was waiting for you, I would have accepted you in my wings again. But it's too late. I'm sorry. If you come running back for me, I already know what I'll respond with. 
"Tomorrow."
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Category:Genre (Tragedy)
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