It's Hard To Dance With The Devil On Your Faith
07-14-2014, 06:11 AM
She would look up to the stars, the Gods for some forgiveness. She just wanted to know that it was okay. That maybe possibly one day her parents would come back.. But, no. That was impossible. Misha had seen both of them physically gone, she knew it deep down inside that they were never coming back. She would tilt her crown sideways, perking her ears up at his direction. "Surely life is not all that bad. Name's Winter," Oh how she wanted to scream and yell, cry her heart out to this male because he simply didn't understand. But, she took a deep breath and Misha left it all inside, this stranger seemingly not worthy of her pain. My name is Misha Elaine Cae," she would say in a soft, melodic chord, her voice sounding completely opposite of what it just was, a mournful tone. Because this is what she did, conceal her feelings. And she was so used to it, that it was not a task anymore, but a simple gesture, to dump all of her true feelings and use fake ones. |