The Living Should Live

Emile stared sullenly down at the crystal as Resin spoke. He knew her words were sensible but it didn't dull the pain it brought him. He wanted so badly to just stop wasting away, to stop hating himself, to stop thinking about his own death. But it had wormed it's way into his brain and he was struggling to dislodge it. Just barely perceptible movement caught his eye but nothing followed, no contact, Resin wasn't really there. Though there was proof of her she was just as distant to him as he was to his family.

He couldn't stop the tears as Resin spoke, watching as they fell silently to the floor, a few rolling off the edges of the crystal. He wanted to believe he was as strong as Resin seemed to insinuate but he wasn't sure he could. He shook his head. "I jjjjjust want to-to sttttttop hurting." Himself and others. His voice was barely above a whisper. "I jjjjjust want to-to-to-to help." He said louder, putting a paw on the crystal again.

"Every...one misses y-y-y-you." He said, wanting to draw attention off himself, he felt to awkward and hated the focus being on him. "Bbbbbbowen made it backkkkk." For all he felt about his once friend the boy knew her being back was good, and happy. Though bittersweet for she had also lost the chance to mourn her mother.



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