Weight of the world {Kire/Blitz}
Dec 30, 2015 13:58:51 GMT -5
Post by d9 kristof parks {ems} on Dec 30, 2015 13:58:51 GMT -5
Ethuil Aldalómë
Thirty-six | Male | District 12
How long have I been in this storm?
Thirty-six | Male | District 12
How long have I been in this storm?
Sleep never came last night. Instead, Ethuil spent the night holding Fleur clsoe to him as she cried herself to sleep. Ever since Crane volunteered for an experiment, fear crept through his veins. Leaving thoughts trapped in the back of his mind. Comprehending what ran through his son's mind was almost impossible, and hearing the words he said before leaving the district pierced through a broken heart. A flaming sword sliced through the air cutting him down. Have I really not spent that much time with them? Have I really forgot about my own family? Shaking his head, he rests his hands on the desk in front of him trying to hide the tears sitting in the corner of his eyes. He never saw eye to eye with many people in the district, but he always put their needs before his own. And now it felt like the entire world was crashing around him. But his work had to go on despite his son not being home. So much rested on his mind devouring his soul leaving nothing but a rotting corpse on the outside. Work wasn't happening today. A shaking hand lifted a book from the table opening it to an unwritten page. His story was wrote down in here. His life with his family. Every single memory he can think of rested on the pages in front of him. This book was his lifeline. The only thing closer was his family. And it felt like it was slowly falling apart. Grabbing a pen off the table, he stared at the blank page fighting to figure out what to write down next. But all that came to him was broken thoughts belonging to his broken heart. |
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