If your reading this and haven't seen my other story please read it. It's called "Maximum Disaster." It's lighter than this one.
Disclaimer: No all goes to JP.
Why does he weep?
He weeps because he's drowning in the shadows of his own sorrow.
But his tears are kept hidden. Cast away from the reality of life.
But do they know that? Oh, no they'll never know. It remains a secret and forever will be.
He's frustrated. They do not understand.
Every night he has dreams of pure beauty only to awaken into a nightmare. When his head falls onto his pillow and his eyelids flutter closed the most angelic images surface. When he opens them the next morning he is faced with darkness.
He stumbles around. Lost like a child. He feels like nothing more than a reject. A misfit. An outcast.
He would never see the evanescent shades of pastel orange as the sun sets. He would never see his loved ones age as well as himself.
That's the hardest. Knowing that he wont be able to see the radiant glow of his beloved sisters and brothers.
He relies on instinct. He uses the other senses to guide him. But what of when he is so isolated or cut off from those resources. He has no hope. Only the wish that it'll end soon.
He wonders. Every day he wonders. Just what if? If he could only catch a mere glance at the transparent colors painted across the sky after a storm. Well he'd be grateful forever.
He plasters a smile on his innocent features every day. For their sake of course. He tries to persuade them into thinking that all is well. Even if he's slowly crumbling inside. Fading away into nothing but a hollow form of the person he once was.
His curiosity grows hungrier by the day. He is desperate to feed on anything other than the dampening black constantly present and everywhere he turns.
But he knows it'll never be.
His eyes are open yet he sees nothing.
He goes through the motions ignoring the pain gnawing and grinding away at the edge of his sanity.
Although he has his sickening burden he also has a blessing. He is more focused and he has the gift to look past the troubles.
His priority is his family. Who see him just as equally as each other. He loves them for that. The glory of having the hands to hold and guide him.
They're his angels.
Where would he be without them? He doesn't like to dwell on the negative but it's inevitable.
As much as his heart swells for them he cant help but feel like he's dragging them down. He hates himself for that.
What he has to remind himself is that those guardian angels with wings watching over him would rather die and be condemned than to let him fall.
When he feels depressed he tousles his thin pale fingers through those soft comforting feathers…and he remembers who he is.
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