He wandered with no purpose. The boy's heart heavy, hurting, shattering. Or rather, it was already shattered. His mind was peeling away, the boy a ghost of his former self. What once was a proud, eager, and enthusiastic man with a willingness to learn, was now nothing more then a shell. An empty husk walking aimlessly across the lands. He welcomed death, but it seemed death evaded him as if he were some sort of disease that not even the reaper wanted to touch. He had seen his brother...and his darker counterpart was no better off then he was. His beloved brother was sick, thin, and hated him. Rin hadn't eaten since...
His fur stuck to his protruding ribs, his body gaunt and yet surprisingly, his weakening legs were still able to carry his weightless frame. His once bright green eyes were hollow, lifeless almost. He stared at things unseen, yet they would be invisible to others. His depression hit an all time high, the boy no longer caring about what happened to him now. He doubted he would ever get better, or if he'd ever break free from the chains and weights of the hatred that sat upon his shoulders. The way Kyung had looked at him...his heart and soul had been torn from his body.
He didn't know where he was going, didn't care where his next step took him. But all of a sudden his feet left the earth, an inaudible gasp escaping his dried lips as he fell. He tumbled down the side of the rock face, free falling down the edge and rolling several long yards. Rocks and shrubbery cut and bruised him as he went, and for a horrifying moment he thought the rolling would never stop. That the rocks and the debris would never stop mercilessly battering his body. With a rather hard smack, he stopped as his body was slammed right into another boulder.
He lay breathless and stunned, his battered body full of cuts and bruises. Blood oozing from his nose as he struggled to regain his breath. He didn't know if he had any broken bones, perhaps a broken rib or two...but as it was, he couldn't tell. He barely opened his eyes to see the long tumble he'd taken, at least a hundred or so yards, before his eyes closed into darkness. There he lay unconscious, his body barely rising and falling with each breath. Was life still worth living anyway? Maybe the reaper would take him today...what else did he have to live for?
"Speech"
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