Shadowwyn Moor Where Oh Where, Art Thou

The girl sung the familiar song of denial, claiming his words to be false. If only she knew that he’d ventured down the same path countless times before, repeatedly cast aside and left behind as if he wasn’t good enough—could she not tell that she was experiencing the same thing? Of course not, no one ever did. They assumed the best in others, convincing themselves that they could never be tossed away like garbage but it happened; it was a painful reality of life. All these things he wanted to say, he wanted to convince her that he knew the truth, but every word he could think to utter became trapped in his throat the second she started to wail.

Standing there, he immediately felt awkward, uncertain what to do around those that cried. He wanted to tell her to shut up and stop making pointless noises but, really, where would that get him? Yelling never made anyone stop crying, it just fueled his anger—and being aware of this, one might think that, that would stop him.

It didn’t.

“Hey!” he barked, approaching her with his ears pulled back. “Stop crying. Now. Do you think that will help you? It won’t.” The only thing that would help her would be if she faced facts and got over it—the ones she was looking for were gone and they weren’t coming back, at least not for her.