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 Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 12:42 am
Why does he not come? How can he say he loves me and never come when I want him? Does he really love me? If he doesn't love me then who does? Maybe no one loves me.
Over and over again she asks herself these questions. Never once thinking that the answers are in front of her. She defends him on occassion. Maybe he was busy. Maybe he couldn't make it then. Still she knows that she can't beleive such things. Her own heart is clouded. When he is near she is safe and happy. She knows his love is there. Not once can she doubt it while he is with her.
But when he leaves. Her heart returns to it's normal state and all around she is told to give up. She was a fool to give her heart to him. Never was she meant to be happy. She doesn't deserve it. So many things are said by those around her that she begins to believe them. All the while he is silent. Never coming to defend their love. Not once showing them that he is her love. So how can she defend it. How can she say that they are in love.
He returns and listens calmly. Always impassive to their remarks. Never angry. Never surprised. When she remembers the pain ands pours it onto him without a thought, he simply let's it fill him. No sadness shows. No anger. Nothing is in him. So maybe he doesn't love her. Now she becomes angry at him and herself. She knows that she was a fool. He is a monster.
All of this is in her mind, not her heart. He is not as calm as he appears. His face shows no feeling. So strong is his will that he let's slip nothing of himself. But inside it is anything other then serene. Her pain becomes his. Her anger burns inside of his veigns. Her sadness chills his bones. The love they have warms his heart, but no matter how warm he grows her pain far outweighs their happiness.
This alone would drive a lesser man to madness and despair, but he is no mere man. He does not defend his actions. He let's her pain become his and with it he adds all the pain he has gotten from the others he comes to. So much is the suffering in his heart that he is as tortured as a man destined to be born in hell and never know the respite and peace of the world, let alone of heaven.
But still he pushes on adding his own sorrow at having let them find pain. So much of a burden does he bear that his heart breaks again and again only to grow larger allowing more pain to enter. How can he live like this. Simply put he can't. He has died long ago. No more can he see himself. He knows not who he is. He doesn't know what he desires. His life is gone. Now he is a cold shell with the mind of a devil. He travels from place to place, seeking out the lost and taking their pain. He gives them purpose and hope. He gives them love. In return he accepts their love and gives it to another.
He is a ghost. He is a demon. He is nothing. Still he travels everywhere spreading love and hope from one person to another. he returns to her. She unburdens her pain and anger accusing him of never being there. She even says she has lost her love for him. Never does he reveal his pain. He simply accepts her words and pain letting her grow peaceful. So a dead man walks away filled with more pain then any can imagine. Never hating anyone, and always loving everyone. Always the smiling shell travels the land accepting everything. Never does he let out the agony which could swallow the world. He is Pandoras box, alive and growing.
He isn't even allowed to die for himself. His death will take the pain from many and drag it into oblivion. So much suffering will cease and so much happiness will be spread. Always does he smile for her. Never does she see the pain in his eyes.
-Mizu Damen, Third House-
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 12:45 am
I'd like too know what you think. Please comment, thank you.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 4:25 pm
I enjoyed it, especially the comparison to Pandora's Box. There are a few punctuation errors, so if you just fix those, it'll be even better. 3nodding
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 1:29 am
 >> Only the blackest of heartsPunctuation is my grammatical enemy... but yeah, it is cool - and I love Pandora's Box, the entire concept amuses me. Can feel the purest of love <<
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 11:54 am
Never been the most skilled person when it came to punctuation or writing for that matter. Thanks for the comments.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 7:38 am
Of course you're a good writer. You're in a literate guild, so one of us must have invited you, most likely by browsing through the RP threads until we find someone who fits our standards.
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