Breakin' Up

[Conor Soul]

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He could not fathom how he could have been such a fool. Nothing had ever been all right, but he had insisted on pretending to live in this beautiful fairytale world. But no, this life was not for the likes of him. Demonic creatures did not deserve happy forever after. The house that had been his home for so long would never be so again. Dark paw prints soiled the pale floor and had been the last straw. It ate him up inside. There was no point trying to escape from the inevitable. He regretted it had taken so long before he had turned to face reality.

The night before he had rubbed dark ash against his soles before he had closed his eyes and gone to sleep. Gabriel had been right, and it had shattered the walls he had hid behind for so long. When he had wakened, he had learned why he could not gather energy. This was why he never felt rested. The reason was very simple, for he did not sleep. And when the door opened, the man was caught by surprise. Conor followed no plan, and was following impulse. There were a few things he would want to bring with him, and then he would be gone. Darkened lavender fixated on the girl that was his sub-leader. He was a horrible person for putting her in this situation, and had hoped to avoid confrontation and leave her only a letter of some kind. He did not wish her to see this.

Chest heaved with his stress, and he turned away from her, continuing to rummage through books and items, tossing useless things away as he sought for something useful. He could not even meet her gaze now when he knew that he was a beast. ”You shouldn’t have come here, Nayru,” he mumbled, as if to himself. She shouldn’t have come here.