They flew, their wings stretched out, shining in the spotlights, reaching for him, beckoning him.
Join us, little bird.
He almost does, but there's a snap!
And down, down, down they fell, to the unforgiving earth.
The little bird watching it all.
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The child, once so bright he could light a room, now wilted, folded in on himself. From whom there once came exuberant cries and mischievous cackles, there now is only silence. A painful, heartbreaking silence no one can touch, no one can soothe. Not for now.
The wound, torn so thoughtlessly across the boy's little heart, will heal over time. But it will scar, red and raised, reopening time and time again.
There will be others to fill that merciless void. To love, to care for, to hold him. And it will help.
But it won't be the same.
Because what can you say to a child who's lost everything?
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He fights. To revenge his loss and to prevent others. To protect the new city he lives in, with the man who could never be his father but who will try his best for the child, to give this boy a different ending than his own.
It might not be enough, but it's something.
And that's all the boy can hope for.
A/N: This is sort of sad, isn't it? I wanted the ending to be a little more hopeful, but I don't know…
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