Author: The Goliath Beetle PM
"Black. Black. Black. And there stands a rhyme." -Implied Character Death-Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Tragedy - Neal C. - Words: 245 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 4 - Published: 12-20-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6571725
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Just one last thought, Neal Caffrey?
My head is talking to me.
It's all too much.
What more can you say when breathing is more exhausting then not?
I can't see. Black. Black.
Empty, empty black.
Black, black, black.
Sounds like a nursery rhyme.
Come on, Mr. Caffrey, I'm sure you have something to share! Just one parting thought, if you please?
Ah, dying alone.
I never really thought this would happen, but…
I'm not surprised.
Neal Caffrey conned everyone.
Neal Caffrey was the last caught.
Neal Caffrey, you're a bastard. Now suffer.
Now you die alone.
Now you die in the black.
Now you die unheard.
Unheard? Mr. Neal Caffrey, all we ask is one thing: your last words.
Words heard by no-one.
And your point is?
Black. Black. Black.
Beautiful jumbled thoughts.
It's a work of art you can't steal.
If you have them—tres bon!
If you don't…ah well. Lucky you. But still, I stand by it, tres bon. Very good.
So, what do you have to say for yourself, Mr. Caffrey?
And there stands a rhyme.
A/N: Yes, I was depressed, and it seems highly obvious. I still am, but, I feel a bit better now. Anyway, this is my first White Collar fic. Is the spelling of 'Caffrey' wrong? Thanks for reading. :-)