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05-25-2013, 05:32 PM

...aylin...

crying isn't secret, it's the art of how we grieve

"Sometimes I feel there's nothing good left."

He must have never experienced anything but pain in his life and just that thought threatens to bring tears to my eyes again, but it would be pointless, I feel. I could cry for him all I want, but until he cries for himself, cries out all of the bad memories, he'll be stuck. I can be his light, though. He pulled me out of the darkness, though unknowingly so. I can do the same for him. I will do the same for him.

The warmth of Knox's body was replaced by the coolness of the fading afternoon. His retracting made me lift my head and turn my tear streaked face in his direction. My ears tilt forward and I listen to him as he speaks and watch as his features begin to shift and change. Blue grey eyes turn to the faint gold that I recognized to be Roanne's then continue to shift. Indifference, coldness, warmth, understanding, confusion, shine in these different sets of eyes that look out of a young tortured boy's face. Scars shift and change, markings come and go. The bridle remains present, though its color shifts continuously. "Stop." I finally say when the eyes become his own again. I offer my muzzle to him.

"You are you, Knox." I say. "They live within you, but your body and your soul belongs to you, not them. They had their lives and you have yours. Live it for yourself." I don't understand how they can torture their own flesh and blood so. Don't they know how their existence within him haunts him? Do they not care?

"In the hearts of all of my ancestors, I still can't find the good,"

He catches me off guard. "How can you expect to see the good in them when you can't see the good in yourself?" I ask seriously. He asks more questions that I don't know the answer to. I don't know why he is the way he is because I don't truly know him. I don't know what his childhood was, how his family was. I only know that he lost his father at too young of an age.

"Aylin, why do I feel so cold?"

"... I don't know." At least I'm honest. "I can give you warmth." I gently nudged his neck. "I can give you friendship, hope, love." This smile came on easily. "You'll begin to feel warmth. It just needs to be nurtured a little."

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