Life Ain't Always Beautiful

He lifted his head at that, at her haunted whisper. His lips were pulled into a frown and his cheeks were wet. A mixture of blood and salty tears streaking through them. He turned his body at a slow crawl, facing her hiding place again. He did not try to intrude. He knew how he looked. Ravaged with blood, mostly his enemies, some his own. Tears on his cheek, and a madness in the back of his eyes. No, in her place, he would not trust himself either.

“Zee,” he said again, more softly. “I can not answer that. I don’t know. I held your corpse, watched the burnt skin pull from the bones. I… I have not had a firm grip on reality from that day. I no longer… I no longer always know what's real. Azure came to me, told me to find you here. Was he real? He died with you, our boy. “ He whispered. He wanted to comfort her, that haunted ghost in her little hole. He was afraid, so afraid, that he would touch her and find no substance.

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