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Soft black lips form into words. But the words I tried to speak came out a bit wrong. "Well... you've missed so much. I-I had a kid... went to the Basin, the usual." I glance into his eyes, wondering what his reaction would be. Would he act casual or what?
He said he disappeared, but where did he go? I push this thought to the back of my head. It wasn't important, he was here, now. I didn't have to worry about what he was doing in the past. I turn my gaze towards him, our blue eyes meet. My heart is pounding, and I'm afraid it's going to pound out of my chest. But whatever, I would ignore it for now. Maybe.
I let air escape my lungs, snow collecting on my back. My mane is picked up and tossed about before being placed on my shoulders gently. I just wish to put my head on muscular shoulders and weep. Tell him about life. About Descaro, who played me like a piano. But I couldn't I was bound in chains, ones that wouldn't allow me to touch Mauja. Even glancing at him causes all these emotions to try and burst out of me.
But I had to keep them tied up inside. No matter how much it hurt. I would try to stand without falling. Without crying. Life was something that constantly teased and taunted you. It constantly rubbed things in your face and forced you into these bursts of emotions. I lower my head, ashamed about everything. I had been a fool. I had fallen into Descaro's trap. But now, I wished for Mauja. I no longer cared about Descaro. He was nothing to me now. I had moved on. Now my focus was on Mauja, he was my king. A king that would lead me anywhere. One that I would follow for ever, even if it led me into hell.
He said he disappeared, but where did he go? I push this thought to the back of my head. It wasn't important, he was here, now. I didn't have to worry about what he was doing in the past. I turn my gaze towards him, our blue eyes meet. My heart is pounding, and I'm afraid it's going to pound out of my chest. But whatever, I would ignore it for now. Maybe.
I let air escape my lungs, snow collecting on my back. My mane is picked up and tossed about before being placed on my shoulders gently. I just wish to put my head on muscular shoulders and weep. Tell him about life. About Descaro, who played me like a piano. But I couldn't I was bound in chains, ones that wouldn't allow me to touch Mauja. Even glancing at him causes all these emotions to try and burst out of me.
But I had to keep them tied up inside. No matter how much it hurt. I would try to stand without falling. Without crying. Life was something that constantly teased and taunted you. It constantly rubbed things in your face and forced you into these bursts of emotions. I lower my head, ashamed about everything. I had been a fool. I had fallen into Descaro's trap. But now, I wished for Mauja. I no longer cared about Descaro. He was nothing to me now. I had moved on. Now my focus was on Mauja, he was my king. A king that would lead me anywhere. One that I would follow for ever, even if it led me into hell.
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
