i coughed up my heart.
06-26-2014, 08:41 PM
Nothing mattered anymore. Everything he loved, yet again, just crumbled beneath him and dropped out of his life like a dead bird falling to the earth. And this time he knew what has happened. His mate was dead. His everything. The one thing he lived for...the one thing that kept his heart pumping. But now the man felt gone. Non-existent. He felt isolated from reality. When he found his mate's body dead...he spent nights beside her lifeless body, soaking her soft obsidian fur in his endless tears. Just when he was so happy to have her by his side again. His legs ached and his fur was clumped in ragged, tangled clumps. Eyes were bloodshot and horrifying to gaze at. Even once. He was covered in dirt and his need for food, water, and anything else was scarce in his dead soul. The man didn't know who he was anymore. And now he was still debating on either living and growing old into a worthless life- or dying slowly in a pool of tar to join his wife as an angel. The man was but a worthless canine now, wandering the lands like a ghost in search of something to feed on. His paws stung and were covered in rose bush thorns- for he had accidently stepped on one while trying to grab a rose for his ghost Six. In his deformed mind, there was a Six always beside him. Acting as if she was real but...invisible. Sticky, sappy blood stuck between his toes, but the boy didn't care. All he cared about was spirit Six. But right now, he was uneasily walking through the Pits, maneuvering around the pools with his vision but a blur. Slowly he looked to the right, a smile stretching across his lips. There, in his mind, Six was, smiling down at her with her beautiful gems shining with such brilliance. Tears threatened to fall as he smiled, but he stopped himself, inhaling and speaking softly. Would you like- like me to s...sing to you? My lo-...love? There was no answer. But of course there wasn't...Aldoro began to weep again, his dry leftover tears making his pained smile fade. She wasn't there. Why couldn't he understand that. The man looked away from where he thought Six was, his two-tone gems drifting to the ground. Suddenly, the slightly insane man tripped on his torn paws, letting out a soft chuckle to himself after his chin slammed rough against the ground. More blood squirted out from in between his toes and pain vibrated violently in his paws. Luckily he didn't fall in any tar- but he almost did. But despite the pain he continued to laugh uneasily, tears continuing to run down his face. Then his laughing stopped, and his eyelids rolled shut, tears continuing to squeeze through. A soft, pained whisper came out in a hum as he fought to speak correctly through his weeping. Come back to me. Please, my-...my flower...come back- back to me... He repeated, fighting for a single breath. He didn't know what he was anymore...Speech |