And it is alright with him. The pain he has suffered, the gradual deterioration of his constantly happy persona. Everything is fading in his life, but he cannot bring himself to care. When your precious person leaves you in search of things that will not bring him happiness, only satisfaction, there is little emotion that one can feel. His entire world had stopped, he had ceased to breathe, and for a few moments in his life he had been happy. That was before this gut-wrenching separation; the heart-stopping, cease-breathing kind of feeling that makes you more crushed than content.
Eyes closed, he leans back. This wall behind him, so familiar and now foreign. They had kissed here, if only briefly. They had talked here, no anger lacing their voices. Now the fury comes in swift blows, uppercuts to the stomach that wind him and make his eyes burn. The question of 'why?' never leaves, its presence subtle and yet strong in the recesses of his broken mind. It is this anger that turns his sweet memories into poison. The taste of his once-companion is a fading bitter flavor, the strange tint of metallic blood and a cold spiciness that speaks of distance. They are not only miles apart, they are universes apart. He cannot cross that universe, not while his raven -- his, do you hear me? always his -- is so far away in mind and heart. He has tried too many times, he has exuded too much effort.
His body slips from its upright position, curling on the ground in a fatigue that shatters his bones and freezes the blood in his veins. The raven had stayed when no one else had; he was by his side no matter what the situation. Always arrogant, always unattainable, but always constant. When everything had been changing in his life, he'd thought this reluctant friendship would stay. How can one move on when he is abandoned? Simple, he cannot. There is only one thing to do, one thing that requires a patience only learned through experience and agony: wait. But even a demon bearer cannot wait forever. When his flesh grows tougher, his body weaker, and his disposition a stark navy instead of sky, will he still be waiting? Of course. That is the responsibility of one in love.