By Beryl...

It's time, isn't it?

Yes it is… but he's not ready. After quite some time, I'm still
waiting for him and he's still playing with her, with them… that
dangerous game that they're playing, that very same game that I never
wanted to be part of. So I sit here alone, until I feel that I'm ready
to join their perilous game… or better yet, until he feels that he's
ready to quit the game, to finally be with me… his destiny.

It's time… but he blindly follows someone else's voice as I willingly
held his hands tightly, guiding his blind love to her, as I silently
suppress my tears. I tend to the wounds given to him by someone else
and try my best to make the scars disappear. I try to be happy,
watching him smile as he speaks of the game he plays. I'm ready… but
is he?

It's time… but I haven't got the courage to fight for him just yet. I
haven't got the courage to hear whatever it is that he is about to
say. I don't think I'm ready to face the pain again… but I also don't
have the courage to lose him to this game, to them, to his past… to
himself.

It's time… I'm ready to be scarred and bruised; if that's the only way
I could be with him. I'm ready to fall again, into the depths of the
unknown; not knowing what lies ahead,,, except the chance to finally
be with my destiny…

Or maybe I'm not ready at all… but it's time… and I am as ready as
I'll ever be.