Try to Stop

by Russingon5eva

Because I firmly believe that Caranthir isn't all dark deep down. I personally think he's just...I wouldn't say scared, but maybe I would...he needs a hug, let's put it that way. A big and long one.

Starter Sentence: "For months, he cried himself to sleep."

For months, he cried himself to sleep. That had become much more common now. The tears weren't unfamiliar; not at all. They were all too familiar. He wished they weren't, he really did. But they were and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. The tears came every night, every week, every month, every year, and every decade. Decades became centuries and still, the sobs wracked his every soul. He couldn't get them to stop, no matter what he did. And he tried everything, he really did. But nothing ever worked. He couldn't rid himself of the deep, aching and echoing emptyness in his soul. He just wanted it to end. And when the sword began to bear down on him, he didn't try to stop it. He just lay there with a smile on his face as pain and then nothingness engulfed him.