My Heart Will Go On

He looked to the birds that sat down upon branches that stretched out into the broken windows of the ship. The wretched smell of mold and blood erupted through his nostrils, breathing in and out slowly and calmly as he gulped down the last bits of the crow that he had offered to Trica. His golden pools met her silver ones, soon sitting upon his haunches as he turned his cranium ninety degrees to the right. The sound of the wind echoed in his ears as you could hear echoes of voices that came from the ship, probably from aging. He heaved a sigh and looked to Trica.

"My name is Suzaro," he spoke in his monotone voice as his orbs turned to different items such as vases and wallpapers. He couldn't help but feel different whenever he was around her. She brought out a better sideof him, but he still had a frustrated and depressing outlook on things. He closed his eyes and kept the monotone expression on his face.