Hushed Willows i'm at an all time low

Trust is a wonderful thing, but so easily betrayed. I suppose trusting is for the greater good, for the ones who are naive to believe in love on first sight. Trick spoke in his sophisticated tongue, his poetry style of saying things. He could not get it over his chest to just say that it is better to have loved and hurt than to have never loved at all, for that would be betraying his own rules. Never feel, never show. Being wary is one option, yes... Trick mumbled softly. He looked up, staring straight into the flaming fire's green eyes, perhaps some desperation into his own look. Do you trust me?

If one is not hurt or punished, how would one ever learn? Trick asked, the question mostly aimed at the ones who had lied to his companion. Hurt, happiness, sadness, we learn from the experiences that those emotions provoke. If a pup does not come when called for, and not punished after, chances are it will make the same mistake again... Trick successfully fought back the tears, a crooked grin on his slightly saddened face making him look sort of unstable. He now guessed he was- unstable since his parents had been killed. Perhaps he had learned too much of the darkness and hurt in life that he had forgotten what happiness and light was.

No one likes to be hurt, perhaps that's why we submit to those foolish actions- lying, scheming. He dozed off, eyes distant, staring off into the distance. It is normal, and one should not be ashamed of it, rather embrace it. We are not all perfect, for even the most unique snowflake can have pieces chipped off. He blabbered, realizing his own words only just moments after he said it. Was he ashamed of his chipped pieces? Did he have them?

The ink black man looked up, ears swirling as he got back to the real world. He kept his lips sealed, having a hard time swallowing the words and at the same time listen to Teabag. Right, as if he was ever going to dive in. It was unsafe, it was scary, it was unknown... What if one is afraid of heights?