A heavy dose of atmosphere
04-14-2014, 04:53 PM
Her grieving whines would only amplify the sadness he felt within, his ears folding flat against his skull as his eyes clenched shut. He hated when she made those sounds, he wanted nothing more than to comfort her and take all the pain away- but how could he when he himself was in pain? How could he make her whole again if he felt responsible? How was he supposed to help her if he couldn't have saved her the first time? What if this happened again, but it was much worse? He would be enveloped by his doubts, and when she would speak to him he would not turn toward her, but instead would remain where he was with his back still turned to her. Tears streamed silently down his cheeks, his lips remaining creased in a somber expression as he muttered the words "Sometimes the things we want aren't what's best for us..." His head would fall even lower as the upper portion of his body began to slump limply toward the earth. He felt so useless, so weak, he didn't know what to do with himself. |