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She had left him. He didn't understand it. Not one bit. For two days he had locked himself up inside the house, never leaving his bed and crying until he could not cry anymore. She had wanted to find her brother, but why the hell was he suddenly more important? She had never even known him. She had thrown it all away for a distant childhood memory. Haven had never hurt like this before. Nothing had ever cut him so deep and he had known true, agonizing pain before this. His mind was clouded and tortured. Why? Whywhywhywhywhy? The question rang through his head relentlessly. Had it all been a lie? Had everything she had ever told him been false? He thought it must be or she never would have done this to him.
On the third day he finally got up and traveled hollow eyed to the room that had been her's. Her scent still hung heavy in the air and it made his stomach turn. That smell that had once brought him so much joy now just made him sick. Staring into that room and at the things she had left behind a spark of anger grew inside of him. The youth's face turned into a deep frown. Haven walked inside the room and threw open the window, wanting to air out every trace of her perfume. Then he gathered all her belongings into his arms and stormed outside. The male stomped down to the beach and once he was at the ocean he flung it all into the surf. It all needed to be gone. Every last piece.
Then with a pained cry he turned and briskly walked back up towards the house. He grabbed the axe that he used to chop wood and then found a large log not too far away. He channeled all his hurt and anger into the axe and began to chop at the log without mercy. Jade eyes blazed and his hackles rose as the blade bit into the wood again and again and again. Splinters and chunks of bark flew to the sides as he chopped with unbridled rage.
She had left him. He didn't understand it. Not one bit. For two days he had locked himself up inside the house, never leaving his bed and crying until he could not cry anymore. She had wanted to find her brother, but why the hell was he suddenly more important? She had never even known him. She had thrown it all away for a distant childhood memory. Haven had never hurt like this before. Nothing had ever cut him so deep and he had known true, agonizing pain before this. His mind was clouded and tortured. Why? Whywhywhywhywhy? The question rang through his head relentlessly. Had it all been a lie? Had everything she had ever told him been false? He thought it must be or she never would have done this to him.
On the third day he finally got up and traveled hollow eyed to the room that had been her's. Her scent still hung heavy in the air and it made his stomach turn. That smell that had once brought him so much joy now just made him sick. Staring into that room and at the things she had left behind a spark of anger grew inside of him. The youth's face turned into a deep frown. Haven walked inside the room and threw open the window, wanting to air out every trace of her perfume. Then he gathered all her belongings into his arms and stormed outside. The male stomped down to the beach and once he was at the ocean he flung it all into the surf. It all needed to be gone. Every last piece.
Then with a pained cry he turned and briskly walked back up towards the house. He grabbed the axe that he used to chop wood and then found a large log not too far away. He channeled all his hurt and anger into the axe and began to chop at the log without mercy. Jade eyes blazed and his hackles rose as the blade bit into the wood again and again and again. Splinters and chunks of bark flew to the sides as he chopped with unbridled rage.