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02-10-2013, 11:55 AM
I'm trembling, whether it's because of the cold or because of all the emotions clashing together within my body. Mauja's warm figure was pressed against me, my eyes closed. I flared my nostrils, breathing in and out, trying to release all these emotions. But it didn't work so well. The emotions wedged themselves within me, making sure my head throbbed as well as my heart.
"Are you sure?
I listen to Mauja, staring at him. I muster the smallest smile, curling the corner of my lips. "I'm positive." I speak softly, staring at Mauja. Our eyes are locked together, but I pull away quickly. The tears are still slipping down my cheeks, dropping to the ground.
"Wouldn't it just be a constant reminder of the dream you can never reach?"
Upon his next words I sigh, shaking my head. "I suppose it would be, but that doesn't matter anymore now does it?" I stare down at the ground, realizing it was true. Why would I want a child, that would constantly force me to remember the dream I never could accomplish. I'm rummaging through my thoughts and memories, sorting out the many times I had been played, tortured and abused. All those memories filled up maybe a little more than half of my mind, and suddenly I was placed back home. I was there on the beach, a wing draped over me. I was leaning against another stallion, watching the sun set in an array of colors. And then everything goes black. I blink a few times, and suddenly I'm laying beside a small foal. But it's not Frost, it's the other foal. The one I had had when I was in my old home. I shiver, opening my eyes. I was back in the present day, leaning against Mauja.
"Will you still leave?
The question slides out of Mauja's lips, flying into my ears. Instantly I flick my ears to the side. "I suppose I would stay..." The words slowly fade off my tongue, my blue eyes drifting to my hooves once again. I wondered what Mauja was thinking. I stare at him, trying to figure out his expression. But it was next to impossible to do. I give up, tilting my elegant head towards the sky. My nostrils flare, allowing a small puff of air to slip out of my lungs. I tilt my head towards Mauja, my horn almost touching his. Yet again silence slides between us like glass, fragile, delicate.
Breakable.
[[Very bad post. ;_;]]
"Are you sure?
I listen to Mauja, staring at him. I muster the smallest smile, curling the corner of my lips. "I'm positive." I speak softly, staring at Mauja. Our eyes are locked together, but I pull away quickly. The tears are still slipping down my cheeks, dropping to the ground.
"Wouldn't it just be a constant reminder of the dream you can never reach?"
Upon his next words I sigh, shaking my head. "I suppose it would be, but that doesn't matter anymore now does it?" I stare down at the ground, realizing it was true. Why would I want a child, that would constantly force me to remember the dream I never could accomplish. I'm rummaging through my thoughts and memories, sorting out the many times I had been played, tortured and abused. All those memories filled up maybe a little more than half of my mind, and suddenly I was placed back home. I was there on the beach, a wing draped over me. I was leaning against another stallion, watching the sun set in an array of colors. And then everything goes black. I blink a few times, and suddenly I'm laying beside a small foal. But it's not Frost, it's the other foal. The one I had had when I was in my old home. I shiver, opening my eyes. I was back in the present day, leaning against Mauja.
"Will you still leave?
The question slides out of Mauja's lips, flying into my ears. Instantly I flick my ears to the side. "I suppose I would stay..." The words slowly fade off my tongue, my blue eyes drifting to my hooves once again. I wondered what Mauja was thinking. I stare at him, trying to figure out his expression. But it was next to impossible to do. I give up, tilting my elegant head towards the sky. My nostrils flare, allowing a small puff of air to slip out of my lungs. I tilt my head towards Mauja, my horn almost touching his. Yet again silence slides between us like glass, fragile, delicate.
Breakable.
[[Very bad post. ;_;]]
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much,
And my scars remind us the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to feel
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My weakness is that I care too much,
And my scars remind us the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to feel
