Princess in Ash, the Lost One

THERE IS ONLY ONE THING I CELEBRATE ON FRIDAYS AND THAT BE FLOOFY TAILS!!!!

Years of research regarding your progress thus far and the projected outcome of your continued efforts have culminated in the finding that it is in fact time for you to give up, experts on you concluded this week. “You made a decent run at it, but you’re kidding yourself if you think you’re ever really going to get anywhere,” said numerous sources who worked on your case, none of whom believed that further expenditure of time, energy, or resources would garner apreciable gains and all of whom believed that a graceful admission of defeat is your best option.

All of them

Not just for the memory of time spent together

But also because maybe I could have helped

If I had known what was wrong

If I had been told honestly

I could have told them how to fix it

How to fix everything

And in some cases I did

Or I thought I did

I told them what to do

The path towards happiness

And they didn't listen

They never listen

Why

Why why why why whywhywhywhywhywhtwhyWHY

WHY DIDN'T THEY LISTEN

Don't they KNOW?

Don't they GET IT?

I could have fixed it.

I could have saved them.

If I hear both sides of a problem I can fix it! I can give everyone what they want! All they have to do is

LISTEN

TO

ME.

And they don't. They don't trust me to save them. They don't trust me to know how to fix it and yet EVERY TIME.

Every time it is THEIR FAULT for not listening. For not taking my words seriously. For not telling me the problem in the first place so I can DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

I am the Princess in Ash because EVERYTHING BURNS around me.

I walk the path that only my prophet and I can see.

WHY CAN'T ANYONE ELSE SEE IT? WHY? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?

We try to warn them. Everyone else. If they follow us they can be safe. They can be happy. They can have companionship.

BUT THEY DON'T TRUST US.

They may follow for a while before they leave us. Or they may turn their backs immediately. Don't they see the fires around them? Why do they just... walk directly into them?

Why do I keep losing them?

Why won't they listen to me?

Why didn't they listen? Why didn't they let me help? Why didn't they let me save them?

Is it...

Is it selfish of me?

Is it wrong to want to be taken seriously? To be trusted to the point of near blind faith?

Is it wrong of me to miss them so badly?

Knowing what they did to me?

Knowing what they did to those I care about?

Is it wrong to dream about the life we could have had together? All of us, just one big happy family. Companionship and safety. Smiles and song. A corner of the world just for us.

It's so far away now.

Disappearing beyond the empty horizon. Lost to possibility while the few who trust me follow me through the ash and fire and cinders and smoke and the ruins.

I loved them, you know. I loved them so much. I can't help it. I never could.

I don't even care if they felt the same. If they felt it as strongly as I did. I loved them, and now they are gone.

I loved them and yet my last memories of each are not fond. What would be fond about the ones I love leaving?

What could be fond about knowing I could have fixed it, if only they had talked to me, if only they had listened to me?

What solace is to be found in the memories of shattered dreams?

Is that it, then?

My purpose here. To watch it all burn around me, until I can no longer walk onward and the fires catch up?

Is this just my personal hell, to know I would have done anything to help, but that it's now too late?