Noctisardor Bypass We're only kids who lost our way

Cry had no intention on lying to her, but seeing the artic woman open herself up to him, showing that shard of mortality he kept pushed away, he was almost envious of her. The tables were flipped, but he would not bolster her stress in unrealistic jealousy. He wasn't in any way wanting to feed the depression that holed deep within her soul, lest he fall into the abyssmal pit, himself.

"It is wise what you did, Gwen. In every aspect, pain is what teaches flesh and bone to heal stronger than what it was before. You have learned where your mistakes bed, and now you no longer need to be in its den with it."

Love fed illusions of what could be, making you forget of what was.

His frozen rain orbs had glanced against the oceanic gems of her own before both waters parted ways yet again. "I wish I could feel just a fraction of the pain you feel. Just a sliver. Just so it may be the key to shatter the void that resides within me."

His stare remained on the body of water before them, but his mind drifted to places different from where they lay. If he never would have been picked up by Slade, would his life have had the happy ending of love? Or the tragedy Gwen was burdened by? What would he have been like? Would he have lived, prosperous and abundant with his mate? Or would he have died fighting for that madness called 'Love'?