give up the ghosts

[Laruku Tears]

[html]

http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk42 ... bottom.jpg) no-repeat bottom center; color: #B2AD83; border: 2px solid #C0C0C0; outline: 2px solid #191007; padding-bottom: 70px;">

*fails at life*

Did he want to be forgotten? He wasn't sure that he'd thought enough about it to even have an opinion. It's inevitable, isn't it? he answered instead with a rhetorical question. Everyone is forgotten eventually, as everyone they knew fades away or moves on. Being remembered only lasts a generation or two. Nothing's forever. People did not last forever, nor did their words, their actions. They were water, draining down through the cracks in the sand. Eventually, the sun would burn them out and the sand would be dry again. No one else walking over it would ever know that it had once been wet. It was a perpetual cycle, and he was content to accept all of it. Besides, what did people really have to remember him by? All the mistakes he'd made and all the people he'd hurt and kept hurting, even now.



Laruku turned to Iskata when she demanded it of him, and the same empty smile he'd given before appeared again. Everyone has to die sometime, he told her simply, and then stood up. He should have died in the fire, and maybe he had. Iskata could see ghosts after all, right? Did the dead know they were dead? The hybrid turned and started away in another aimless direction. He lived here now, but there was no home, no place he slept in twice. It was just a forest. I'm sorry, he mumbled as he disappeared.

[/html]