Little Moments
04-27-2014, 12:30 PM
The words had been spoken. Dayton could no longer take them back or deny them. They hung in the air for Crucifix to see, each word dangling like a dreadful weight. Now this boy knew the pain and darkness that was imprinted in his mind. The terrible story behind the scars that defined him. But no, they couldn't define him, could they? It wasn't his fault that his father had been corrupt. His decisions could not affect them anymore than they already had. They had scared him, given him nightmares for weeks, caused him to bleed and cry and scream, but they did not change who he was. This small russet boy that stood before Crucifix was really the same as he had always been. Still so sweet, so innocent, so filled with compassion... a broken angel, but still holy and good. Still good. Yes. His father could never take that wholesome goodness away. And so, as the question met his ears, Dayton already knew the answer. "No, I do not hate him." His reply was very calm, a strange look of determination on his features. "Of course I fear him, but he is far away now. I am safe, and I am happy. That's all I can really ask for, isn't it?" With these words, Dayton sealed away his feelings and memories from that horrible day. Perhaps they would finally leave him alone this time. There was an easy smile on the male's face as he addressed the other words Crucifix had spoken. "Yes, commitment can be a frightening thing. It certainly isn't for everyone. I just hope you find peace in life wherever you are, in whatever way it comes to you." |