Heavy

Gone...with the final beat of a Cardassian heart, it was all gone.  Everything that 
had made his life bearable - the love, the light, the laughter.    All that was left 
was pain and misery and emptiness.

There were times when he hated the others.  Hated them for being able to go on, 
to love, to forget.  Hated them for the life that they had, the life that he had.  
Hated himself for staying, while his other half had gone on.  Hated him for 
leaving, while he was left behind.   

Even worse were the times that he forgot his pain, even for a moment, and lived.  
The times when he looked forward to a new day, instead of backward to the 
past. The times when he forgot the cool blue eyes that could see through to his 
soul.

It was wrong to hold on to the pain.  Wrong to die, yet live.  But he needed 
it....to remember him, to remember his Cardassian heart - fierce, strong, beating 
for only him.