We were all hurt in the battle. Every one of us. We each carried our own
burden, our own power. We learned how to use it and how to harness it. That
alone kept us alive.
But no one had been hurt more than him. He alone carries this burden. This
gift. This curse. He learned how to use its awesome power, learned how to
control it. Only to have to learn it all over again. Another gift, another
curse, another power to behold. He suffered. I saw it every day. He denied
it, but I saw it in his eyes, his deep, tiger blue eyes. So much pain and
despair, I almost couldn't look at them. It kills me, it kills us all, to
see him suffer like he does, beating up on himself like it was all his
fault. I wish I could make him see. See that it was never his fault and
that everything would be gone if it wouldn't had been for him. I tell him
that it is all in the past now, and the wounds would heal with time. I tell
him that the past can never be changed, and that the future is still there
for him. That we are all there for him. I fear, though, that his wounds
will never heal, for they are not physical, but mental. I fear for him. I
want to see his carefree smile again. We all do. Only time will tell.
The time came and went, and the wounds of time healed. He smiles now, though slightly pained, the carefree look is there. We are all relieved, and I believe that he is as well. Everyone smiles a lot more now. The burden has been lifted and our cares released. We now smile with joy and laugh with mirth. But we will never forget how hard we all fought, how close we came to losing everything. Our friendships, our world, our lives. We don't speak of the battle anymore. The memories of that time are too much to think about. I think we all lost a little bit of ourselves back then. I don't know what, but again, time will tell. And it has told to some of us, though they don't say it, I see that they have realized what they lost and have learned to cope with it. Maybe it was innocence, maybe it was the ability to harm, or the ability not to harm. I still do not know what I lost, but I feel that I will learn soon. Whatever it is, I know that we will face it together, and I am thankful for friends like them. I am indeed thankful.
~Cye Mouri
The time came and went, and the wounds of time healed. He smiles now, though slightly pained, the carefree look is there. We are all relieved, and I believe that he is as well. Everyone smiles a lot more now. The burden has been lifted and our cares released. We now smile with joy and laugh with mirth. But we will never forget how hard we all fought, how close we came to losing everything. Our friendships, our world, our lives. We don't speak of the battle anymore. The memories of that time are too much to think about. I think we all lost a little bit of ourselves back then. I don't know what, but again, time will tell. And it has told to some of us, though they don't say it, I see that they have realized what they lost and have learned to cope with it. Maybe it was innocence, maybe it was the ability to harm, or the ability not to harm. I still do not know what I lost, but I feel that I will learn soon. Whatever it is, I know that we will face it together, and I am thankful for friends like them. I am indeed thankful.
~Cye Mouri