A poem on Raistlin and Caramon.
Raistlin's POV.
PAIN
Standing here
all alone
knife in my hand
I'm cutting a line
on my wrist
bloods pouring
like rain
I slowly watch the blood fall
finding comfort in the pain
but then he comes along
the look in his eyes tells me all
he silently asks why
I just don't know.
he gets a cloth
and wraps my wrist in it
then he breaks down
to cry
my death forgotten
I see how much I hurt him
and I am overwhelmed
with grief.
I whisper
I'm sorry
for the pain I caused him
and he forgives me.
he always has.
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R/R