Hanging On (Dayton and Qanik)
07-20-2014, 02:28 AM
The regal woman was not far behind him, her steps quiet but sure as she approached. Her form would emerge from the trees, and Dayton would heave another sigh before lifting his form to greet her. He mustered all of his courage as he stood, finally coming up with a small smile to give her. But Qanik was smart, and of course she saw through his thin veil of happiness. It fell as she looked at him, her dark blue eyes pulling the smile away and restoring his real self. He felt the need to be honest around her. She truly wanted to know how she could help. So the boy allowed his false expression to crumble. His eyes regained their fear and doubt, with that stain of tears forever darkening them. His brow furrowed under the burden of grief. His posture changed too. He looked more broken, more hunched and afraid. The spitting image of who he had once been. How had this come to be? Dayton would have to tell her, so she could understand. His legs shook as he parted his lips and began to speak. "Before I address any official matters, I have a few things to... to explain. I'm sorry for my attitude lately. But something terrible has befallen me." Then the brute let all formal phrases die away, giving Qanik his story in its raw form. "I went looking for Misha one day and found her at the beach where we had shared many memories. I thought she was trying to be romantic, leading me there. But she didn't want to be around me. It was one of her mood swings, getting in the way again. Of course I tried to cheer her up, but she wouldn't accept any of it. Then, when I tried to kiss her, she..." His breaths grew raspy, and his eyes looked like they should hold tears. But he had no tears left to cry. "She kind of attacked me, grabbing my scruff to tear me away. I'm not sure what happened after that, because something snapped inside me. I think I imagined that she was my father, abusing me like he always had. I'm not completely sure. But I ran away. What else could I do at that point? She had wounded me." He looked up at Qanik then, aching on e more for her guidance and wisdom. What would she say? How could she possibly react? He chose to wrap things up, clearing his throat as he did. "So I, um, had to assume that what we had was over. She disappeared for a while, impossible to find even when I searched for her. When I did see her again, she didn't react. She seems to have actually forgotten me. I'm not sure what else I can do." He was broken and lost again, in need of redemption. What could be done to heal this new scar? |
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