Blackfeather Woods Shadows fall

Trust was an idea - a dream which Astrid had never been introduced to. It were the most silent of whispers that told her to forgive like some weakling - some toon that was only there to please. She had no one to trust and no willpower to forgive. Perhaps later she would regret this choice - this way of living, but for now it was what was keeping her standing. Every atom in her body wanted to scream and cry out for help - for comfort that was needed to mend what was broken and take away these hideous thoughts. Her eyelids rested in the centre of her orbs as her eyes got tired - refusing to blink away the pain it brought her to refuse Damien as a whole. This time; this time she would not fall for this game.

This battle of clashing emotions was heart-breaking - shattering, but it was necessary to start anew. Perhaps a fight was all they had left. One where everyone was wounded, and no one was left standing in the end. Meaningless was what it felt like, and necessary all the same.

His tremble earned the slightest of glances from the girl - bi-coloured eyes peering at his seemingly broken expression without an expression herself. He only cared for himself, did he not? Why else would he have ignored her? Perhaps they really were alike as he had once said. But that did not make things right. She snickered at his comment. Since when do you care about what I want? She questioned, rising from her spot. Her movements revealed her scars even more - not that she was trying to hide them from him. He was at the point in her book that she did not even expect concern for her well-being.