Herschel stared at Cycnus' exhausted face, his eyes softened.
"Do you really want to know?" He asked brushing some of those cream strains away, the owner of those strains nodded gently.
"Please?" Cycnus asked, the baldy sighed.
"Alright, I'll tell you but, please don't freak out on me..." He took a deep breath. "I'm... I'm a shadow person..." Caramel eyes widened and he raised a cream eyebrow in confusion. "A-A shadow person?" Herschel gave a nod before pulling Cycnus closer and kissing his forehead lightly.
"Yes, it's a shadow that attaches and morphs themselves into the form that is based off a object or idea. Depending whether the object is living or not it can slowly take full form and become a real thing and, if it is an idea that someone made up, it becomes stronger and more realistic..." He trailed off so the other could soak up the information.
"So... Like a ghost or... Spirit?" Herschel shook his head.
"No... It's more like... I don't know... It's hard to explain..."
"So... You're not really the Herschel I imagined when I was a kid?" Yellow eyes widened and he glanced over to see Cycnus gazing at the floor, his eyes welling with tears.
"W-Well... No, I'm not." Herschel said looking over to see the younger male's tears hit the ground.
"T-Then... Why? Why did you pretend to be my friend? To b-be the person I made to love me?" A whimper passed thought his lips as he tried to hold back his tears.
The person he had created to love him... Was a fake?
Herschel casted his gaze aside and sighed. Dammit! Why of all times did this have to happen now?
"Because, back then I needed a form to thrive on. If I didn't I would have died and you just looked so-."
"Lonely?" Cycnus asked with an icy voice, the blacky blinked.
"What? No, I-."
"Pitiful then?" The creamette asked again, the same amount of frost in his tone.
"No, Cycnus listen-."
"No!" The boy yelled moving away from the shadow. "I won't listen! I don't want to!" He stood and backed away. "You're just like everyone else! All you people ever do is pity me! Just stop it already!" Tears spilled from his eyes as feelings of betrayal and heartbreak washed over him. Herschel watched as the boy crashed before him, he stood and walked over before taking him in a tight embrace.
"I was going to say beautiful, if you had let me finish." A blush took over the shooken male's cheeks as his salty droplets were gently wiped away but, they wouldn't stop.
"Beautiful?" Cycnus asked in a shaky tone as that word repeated in his mind. "B-But... I... I'm not beautiful... I'm..." He trailed off as he stared up at Herschel's smiling black face, his soft hand stroking his warm brown sugar cheek.
"Cycnus, you doubt yourself to much. You listen to what others say and believe what they say, you need to stop." He leaned closer so their faces were less than an inch apart. "Stop fretting about what others think, only think this. You are beautiful in your own way, that is what one calls being unique." The cream haired patient stared with wide eyes as that phrase struck him to the core. Unique, he had never thought about it that way before...
"But," The shadow whispered getting closer, only a few centimeters away. "I kind of like having you all to myself. No one would steal you away from me then." Cycnus blinked at the words, steal him away?
"Herschel? What are you taking abou-!" Just before he could finish his sentence a pair of surprising warm lips covered his, the poor sixteen year old's face went red and his orbs grew to the size of saucers. Question flew though his mind like race cars.
What was happening?
What was Herschel doing?
Once the said person pulled away he smiled at the shocked and utterly confused countenance the other gave.
"You OK love?" The dark skinned man asked holding Cycnus closer so he wouldn't fall from shock. "Why did y-?!"
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Open this door right now or we will use force!"
More banging echoed off the door, it's sound taunting the mental patient to his broken core.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Then, it happened.
Something deep down in Cycnus cracked as the sounds around him grew louder, suffocating him.
The fear that he had kept contained for so long suddenly shattered as the banging began to weigh down on him, he felt trapped.
Tears formed in his eyes as his mental barrier crumbled as the sounds of beatings were all that he could hear.
"S-Stop..." He whimpered as his knees gave out and he was sent crashing to the ground, clutching his head as memories that he had tired to forget resurfaced. "STOP!"
