Sorry it's been so long! I've been really crazy and I've left the fanfiction world for a decent amount of time. But I'm getting back into it so maybe something else will start coming. Hopefully! I wrote this a really long time ago and forgot to post it. Enjoy!
I thought that after ten years it would be easier. I thought the pain would go away, at least to some extent. Why couldn't I have been right? It didn't get easier, it just got easier to ignore. It was easier to go about my day and not have it constantly weigh on me. It only became less noticeable, but if I did feel it, it was still just as strong. The details were starting to get fuzzy from the years but the screams never seemed to fail to chill my bones. Why in the world was I given this fate? Why were my brothers—brother—and I cursed this way. Why couldn't we just belong? Ten years and nothing has changed. Ten bloody, painful years. It was never going to alter; our destiny will always be the same. We fight for good, and hide from them: no amount of casualties would change that. I don't know if I would change our origin, but I can't think like that; because once I go down that hole, I can't get back out.
Facts were facts.
Nothing would change.
Ten bloody, painful years.
Only so much could be done.
It didn't get easier.
I just built a better wall.