Haunting Past
Why, why did he have this sinking feeling in his throat. His chest hurt, and his body just wanted to curl into a ball and let the snow freeze him over. When he looked at the girl, a rush of concern made itself clear on him. What was no longer here. It almost felt like something he would have said, except he had forced himself to find something more. His toes splayed out in the sand, digging his paws as he let the water hit the tips. The icy shore reminded him of his childhood, how he used to be, compared to how he was now. Vereux really wanted this girl to feel safe, she was a complete stranger and yet he wanted to know more about her. "There's always something left, whether it's in your heart, or yourself." he'd say a little quietly. "Never give up, because somewhere out there, there's someone who wants you to be here." why did he say this, he didn't know. Yet the man looked upon the water, watching the clear liquid rush up on them. It moved like a tail, like the grass he had seen in the spring. Even in the snow where it looked like there was nothing, small insects and animals would move among the layers. Of course, everything ended, but there would always be something.
"I'm not sure honestly.... maybe it was the north calling my name. I was born in sparse pines, the north was always my home until it fell apart." he sighed a little bit looking over at her. "My name is Vereux Armada, what's yours?" a small smile grew on his face. Maybe it was the longing of company of another. He hoped that he was no bad company, his experiences in the past hadn't been very well odd.
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