Put love on hold, young Hollywood
Océan
04-17-2021, 07:22 AM
Anger was an emotion that truly brought out the worst of him, but now after everything it didn’t seem like he’d ever be that uncontrollable again. The sorrow and pain that filled him were too overwhelming. His heart was smashed and broken and he couldn’t do anything about it. He wanted to see Motif again, he wanted to be in her presence and get lost in her beautiful blue eyes. He hadn’t realized it because he was so young, but Ocean was in love with her. Now she was gone. Forever. The boy could hardly stand the fact it hurt him so badly. He wished the massive brutes that found him had finished him instead of leaving him to limp home. The physical pain of his injuries were nothing compared to the empty feeling in his chest.
Chrystelle was at his side then, softly combing through his fur as she identified his injuries. He could feel every movement despite his closed eyes and hidden features. He knew he was worrying her, and that his actions were unfair especially to his devoted sibling. Oce couldn’t help himself. He felt broken, busted, unworthy of her attention. Ocean remained silent, quietly reliving the memories in his mind while she went on. Ocean didn’t even flinch as she cleaned him. Eventually he returned his head to his forearms instead of hiding himself when she lowered her body comfortably beside his own.
Eventually she spoke, prompting him as softly as she touched his cheek. Ocean knew he was being obvious, he was worrying his sister and causing her distress even as he lay there. Still the boy could hardly even speak about the pain beneath. He hadn’t even been able to say goodbye… That thought cause tears to well in his silver eyes the emotions finally bursting forth even as he tried to hide and suppress them. A stream of tears trickled from his eyes as he finally fully embraced reality.
”She’s dead.” He whispered the words only barely. He hated them, loathed the fact, and could hardly stand them as they burned his lips. ”My friend, the girl who helped me through mom’s death. I loved her.” He told Chrys through his gritted teeth. The painful truth that broke him from the inside out. "Motif is dead." Ocean forced his eyes shut as more tears streamed down and he felt the pieces of his heart crumple into dust in his chest.
Chrystelle was at his side then, softly combing through his fur as she identified his injuries. He could feel every movement despite his closed eyes and hidden features. He knew he was worrying her, and that his actions were unfair especially to his devoted sibling. Oce couldn’t help himself. He felt broken, busted, unworthy of her attention. Ocean remained silent, quietly reliving the memories in his mind while she went on. Ocean didn’t even flinch as she cleaned him. Eventually he returned his head to his forearms instead of hiding himself when she lowered her body comfortably beside his own.
Eventually she spoke, prompting him as softly as she touched his cheek. Ocean knew he was being obvious, he was worrying his sister and causing her distress even as he lay there. Still the boy could hardly even speak about the pain beneath. He hadn’t even been able to say goodbye… That thought cause tears to well in his silver eyes the emotions finally bursting forth even as he tried to hide and suppress them. A stream of tears trickled from his eyes as he finally fully embraced reality.
”She’s dead.” He whispered the words only barely. He hated them, loathed the fact, and could hardly stand them as they burned his lips. ”My friend, the girl who helped me through mom’s death. I loved her.” He told Chrys through his gritted teeth. The painful truth that broke him from the inside out. "Motif is dead." Ocean forced his eyes shut as more tears streamed down and he felt the pieces of his heart crumple into dust in his chest.