Haunted Wood I can’t escape these thoughts in my broken mind

He nods to her. “Time seems to only heal so much, no?” He comments, then a deep sigh comes from his maw. His porcelain eyes never leave her own. “Cariña, I will never forget what I’ve done.” He says to her. His fucked up mind even dares to try and make him smile as his mind shoots through all the horrible, gory memories he holds like a slideshow mounted on a projector. 

“I have never had family though. So I suppose we have that difference.” He sighs to her. “Even then, I enjoyed it.” He dares to say emotionlessly.

He shakes his head from side to side slowly, more at himself than anything. “If it doesn’t hurt, I would like to know what happened to your family.” He whispers, silver eyes twining the moon by how bright they looked.