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[Ahren de le Poer]

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THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOVED
______THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOST



THE THINGS I'VE HELD SACRED
______________THAT I'VE DROPPED

_____ Ahren smiled faintly, a smile that had once been that of a boy who died the day his father struck him for the last time. That boy had gone colorblind long before that day and so Ahren remained, and would remain until he died. He could only see red—see red and the faintest traces of yellow. He could remember blue. He could remember the color of his daughter’s eyes. To him, the world offered no color and no sympathy.
_____ In that smile he had no answers, but it seemed as if he believed he knew.







I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

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[Laruku Tears]

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He could read a smile by now. And he smiled back, bittersweet like always and with a sad, soft kind of sigh. I don't know either, he told his friend, his only friend, his once-but-never-again-lover. And then he squeezed his hand before letting go and turning back the way he came. If you love something, let it go, because he would only break your your fractured little heart if he stayed, and you would shatter his. Let it go, let it go. It's all a lie anyway. He hated walking away, but he did it anyhow. He hated everything, but it had to be that way. Lonely was safe.

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