A/N: The second if my little drabbles. If you liked this and haven't looks at the first yet it would be great if you could. Velly.
We're rocks, like the ones you see thrown by the sea. we get swept back and forth in life until we begin to crumble. Until we've gone from a rock to a grain of sand.
Candy felt frail. it was as simple as that. Every step he felt a new limb ache. Every word he felt a new muscle strain. Though he'd not admit it, everyday he could feel the weight of a new day on his shoulders. A tiger by soul, but that roaring mask he wore covered a delicate one. A butterfly. He had spent long enough in the wind. Soon enough it had become autumn. Yet. He wasn't ready for winter. He'd never be ready for winter.