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Iggy's Point of View

Sometimes I wish I really could love him to death.

I love Fang like a brother. But at the same time, I hate him. Because he loves her, too. And she loves him back. She never notices me like that. I've always just been her brother. I wish it could be more. But because of him, it can't. I can understand why she picked him over me. It doesn't make it hurt any less.

Sometimes I wish I really could love him to death

Then I remember all the good times we shared.

I remember how he kept me sane through all the hardships that came our way.

Sometimes I wish I really could love him to death

Then I remember all the good times we shared.

I remember how he was the one who was there for me when they took my eyes.

Sometimes I wish I really could love him to death

Then I remember all the good times we shared.

I remember when he offered to ruin his own eyes so I wouldn't have to suffer alone.

I remember flat out refusing to let him sacrifice his own sight for me. Would I still do that now?

Sometimes I wish I really could love him to death

Then I remember all the good times we shared.

I remember how he was the one who helped me to 'see' again.

Sometimes I wish I really could love him to death

Then I remember all the good times we shared.

I remember how no matter what I told him, he never laughed at me or called me stupid.

Sometimes I wish I really could love him to death

Then I remember all the good times we shared.

I remember how he was the only one I ever told that I felt like the flock let me stay because they felt sorry for me.

I remember how he stopped that though in its tracks. He knew exactly what to say.

Sometimes I wish I really could love him to death

Then I remember all the good times we shared.

I remember how I was the only one he ever talked to with more than one word sentences frequently.

Sometimes I wish I really could love him to death

Then I remember all the good times we shared.

I remember how he never let me wallow in my self pity, no matter how many times I told him to go away.

Sometimes I wish I really could love him to death

Then I remember all the good times we shared.

I remember how he was the only one who ever really understood that sometimes the best thing to say is nothing at all.

He was the only one who understood that just being there helped more than anything he could say.

Sometimes I wish I really could love him to death

Then I remember all the good times we shared.

Then I think about how he would feel if she had picked me instead, and how I would want him to feel.

I think about how I wouldn't want him to hate me. And, I realize, I don't hate him either. I couldn't hate him. He's my best friend, my brother, my companion.

Sometimes I wish I really could love him to death.

I know I couldn't do it though. I wouldn't wish him dead. I love him, as my brother and as my best friend.