The wind howled through the valley with a death gripping force, most men would cower and hide from the conditions but there was one sole person that stood through the horrid weather; an unconcerned look on his face and his hand tightly gripping his weapon.
You caused me to do this...
The wind lashed out at him with full force but it did little to the man standing like stone through it.
It was you that caused so much pain.
After the whaling of the wind had finally calmed down, the man who withstood it all fell to his knees; weapon laid onto the floor and soft sobbing could be heard as his sky blue eyes begged for a release from the pain.
Why.
His hands were trembling as he slowly moved them before him, as if he was trying to reach something that just wasn't there.
Why...
The wind slowly started to pick up again as he touched the face of a pale colored woman that laid still before him.
Why!
He wanted to scream, to tear apart the world around him, to show no mercy to those who wronged him. He wanted to cause pain to others like he was experiencing at the lose of words, but something held him back; the slimmer of humanity he might've had left- or it was her last wish for him.
Silence was all he heard, the voices in his head had grown silent as they stopped questioning his actions, he stood before the wreckage of his breakdown and frowned. He understood now why he could not emotionally be attached to something, like the wind he was meant to be free; to never be held down or tied up. If kept caged for too long, the bird would wither and die with loneliness, if let go the bird would be free to fly. But what would that make him now that he was free? A bird with clipped wings...
I never meant for this to happen...
He dipped his head in shame as he felt the last remaining warmth of his heart fade along with the setting dun.