What I Wouldn't Do
11-26-2014, 06:13 PM
She spoke her feeling to him, and he couldn't do anything but take his eyes off her and return them in apology. An apology that his father couldn't make, because Caeto knew he was gone. If he really did show her how he felt, he knew that his mother most likely would show him her disappointment. He was vastly different from his siblings, but was it from all he's went through? All he went through? That was bull. Sure he lost his father, the rest of his family at that, but that was his choice, right? He may have lost someone he held dear, but he left her too. He left Zaria to die. He wasn't going through anything, he was putting others into hell. If only he could really see it. Unfortunately, she didn't know about Zaria. Had he really just up and left without telling anyone? Was he that far gone? His eyes would wander, pushing him to walk past his mother and stop only a couple feet after her tail, but no matter if she turned to be with him or not, he would speak. "Zaria... was someone that mattered to me." He didn't realize until this moment that maybe it wasn't really love. Everything he had done was just an effort to make up to her. She probably hated his guts for leaving her without a word, cursing his name from above or below or where she was resting. He knew Cat was. "I guess it wasn't actually love." A quiet voice, sung to the floor hoping that his mother really couldn't hear him. But he picked it back up to only speak a short story of the two, the parts that only made sense to him now that he failed to tell anyone else. "I left you." A lip of disappointment to that statement. "I left you to go live in Arcanum with her." A silence, but a heaviness in his breath to show he wasn't finished. "And now she's dead." His eyes forcefully closed, obviously pained. But was it really sorrow? He wasn't a crying type, but he didn't feel like tearing up. He didn't know what he needed anymore. (OOC: 100th post!!!) Walk "Talk" Think |
