Beautiful table by ALAINE
Every eye that turned to the sun would become blind. It wasn’t strange to see that this child deny his truth. Life hurt, and certain individuals couldn’t handle it. But it didn’t have to be complicated at all—why did these creatures put so much meaning into everything. Existence, life and death were natural. They were all mortal.
She shouted, though the strength in her voice revealed only the open wound within. But although he and she were bound together by blood, it was a most shallow relationship that he couldn’t relate to. One man couldn’t save the world, and her words were most tragic. Perhaps it was just an incoherent outburst from a young, broken heart that oozed with nostalgia. Nothing would ever be the same, for time didn’t wait for anyone.
Red still spoiled the blonde hues of his muzzle; the rabbit’s blood still fresh on his senses. A canine’s blood would taste the same. How would Eclipse treat such information? Earth had drunk of Conor’s blood, and Itachi had been there to see it. But Eclipse wouldn’t know, and he wouldn’t tell her. He didn’t have to tell her anything. He had been polite and let her in on a truth he had believed was known rather than hidden. He had been wrong, but she should be grateful. Nothing good came from living in the past like this one did.
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