Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my muses, my OC's and that burning piece of paper.
AN: Firehedgehog and I once discussed the similarities between Reno and Axel so this is kind of an offshoot of that...
Warnings: Fairly dark.
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He had been called heartless way before it happened, before those monsters had came and eaten his heart, leaving him nothing but an empty shell filled with memories. Memories of who he once was, who he had been, what he had done, someone he both loved and hated with every fiber of his being.
His other's life had been a hard one, he had killed many people, seen many things. It had left scars on him, both mental and physical. He still woke up screaming about the horrors he had seen in the other's memories. Every time he looked into the mirror he was reminded of his other's past, the once red slashes now tear-shaped marks in honor of the tears his other refused to shed.
No matter how hard it had gotten, no matter who he lost, no matter what happened to him, he had never shed a tear. He had watched the death of his lover with dry eyes and an aching heart, he had watched the collapse of his nation without so much as a flutter of an eyelash.
They called him heartless then, but it was the way of the Turk. To show emotion was considered a weakness and Turks were anything but weak. It was against everything he believed in to cry.
But when he lost his heart, had became something so far from the man he once was. When he no longer recognized the face in the mirror, he had finally broke down and wept.
He had lost everything, including himself.
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The End
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