A/N This is simply an emotional piece written as Will's thoughts. One-shot, or drabble by some standards.

It's her that I dream of, every night I lay restless in my cold wooden bed nailed into the damp walls of my prison vessel. It's her golden hair and her smooth honey coloured legs that drift in and out of my mind. It's her slightly crooked smile that lures me onwards in my dreams, towards things neither of us could have known would happen, but did happen and here we are. The feeling of the angular shape of her cheekbones under my thumb lingers in my fingertip even after I awake.

I don't know how I feel. The world has been sitting still since the beginning of time but somehow now it feels as if it is spinning over itself. As if it is round. I can't focus. I can't think of one thing for too long. Time has run away and orbited back to me. Everything is spinning in clumsy, chaotic circles. There is no up when there is no down. There is no up when you are too far down.

I wasn't alone when I felt betrayed by the love of my life. Not when I saw her leave my arms for another, because she was still there. As painful as those moments of distrust were, I was never alone. When she wouldn't speak a word to me for days on end, I still had hope. I still saw her as being with me, as a sort of company. I told myself I didn't care. She came back.

There is no one. She is not the woman I know at all. It is one thing to lose someone, but it's hard to control emotions when you know that someone has moved on without you. She may have begged for one bleeding moment, "Take me with you," but I remember that kiss, a stolen moment with someone who was not me. Forget that she chained him to his death; I know there is the possibility of them, now.

These thoughts will drive me insane. Alive as she is, she is dead to me. And I am dead to world, as it is dead to me. I love them both, still.

What is the world in a sea that drowns it? When all the water looks the same? What is love when love runs cold? An empty shell around the ruined pieces of what once was beautiful and right, of what was once alive? What is death when there is no meaning in life? Nothing at all.

As I face time, stuck in a world that has mutinied against me, I realize that I will soon become nothing as well. I will be trapped here for eternity and after the end of ends, the world can have what's left of me, and I shall have it as well.

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