Where Can I Stab Myself In The Ears
12-21-2015, 03:45 PM
There was a soft whisper, the voice of his son as he dared try to comfort him. Cypress would glance towards the child. He would close his eyes, daring to think on his son’s words. Razor had followed the religion his mother set out for them, much like the majority of his siblings. He would draw comfort from Razor’s presence. Every word his young son spoke, every word that left his lips, made the burden on Cypress’ heart feel a little lighter. He would breathe in, giving a small nod. “I suppose that you are right, Razor.” Cypress would speak softly. “I know all of us are missing your mother right now... I just... I feel so broken without her. So knocked down. It’s like I don’t know what to do with myself anymore.” The man would let another sigh escape his lips. “I’m scared of change... Razor. I’m setting up this pack for Marina and for what? What am I going to do when those of you who choose leave come spring?” Cy’s ears would fall, tears forming in his eyes. “I’m so tired of all of this... It hurts... Gods above it hurts... And I just want to give up and lay down.” He would let his gaze return to the heavens. “I want to be beside your mother, and be where she is...” Cypress would swallow hard. “I just don’t know what path is right anymore.” |