Little Moments
04-26-2014, 09:54 PM
The boy lifted his amber eyes hesitantly, peeking up at the other with a look of heavily veiled curiosity. For a moment he couldn't really believe that Crucifix was telling these stories. Dayton was a stranger to him, wasn't he? Well, something must have changed his heart, for now the words were moving freely into the air, whipping the once unknown thoughts to shreds. His sister, Twig - what an oddly delightful name - had been raped just as Dayton had been. Not exactly as Dayton had been, but still. And the worst part of it all was that she had come to love the unborn child... and it had not survived to see the light of its first day. The russet male made a small choking noise, suppressing tears for a moment as he felt the weight of grief for this poor innocent girl. How awful could it be for her now? What sort of depression must she be living under? "How terrible," he murmured, open eyes saturated with pain and sadness. "You should know, Crucifix... I was..." His voice died for a moment. Then he tried again, a heavy sigh passing his lips. "I was raped as well. By... my own father. He was a twisted man who had tried to rape my sister, and when I stepped in to stop it he turned to me. I suppose he saw me as a female and he... well..." The small feminine brute pinched his eyes against the memories, pushing them away as Crucifix shared a story of false love much like the one Misha had experienced. And yet it was different, too. This sister was still in love. Misha wasn't. Was she? He cleared the thoughts from his mind and looked at his companion in silence. Their worlds were so different and yet so similar. Black and white but both devoid of color. Now hopefully things would change. Their futures were looking up. "Yes, I do understand how you could grow to scoff at love. Like I said before, I would too. But as soon as it happens to you, everything changes. I really hope it happens to you someday, my friend." His words were genuine. This loyal boy deserved his happiness as well. |