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FlashFictionFriday #109 "Littered Souls"
He watches. He watches, and he wonders how he ever loved them.
Because he did, once. He loved them all, scurrying around like ants far, far, below him. Loved them unconditionally, reaching out again and again and again when they needed him.
Once bitten, twice shy, except he hasn't been bitten once. Nor twice. Time and time and time again his love was rebuked, thrown back in his face by ungrateful cruelty, and his love lost its unconditionality. Now, he wants to hate them. He wants to want to destroy them, to watch them suffer like they've made him suffer.
But he can't. He can't hate them, even if he can't love them anymore. It's not his decision. It was never his decision.
He might not be able to hate them, and he might not be able to love them, but he can still save them. Still wants to save them, these ungrateful beasts scattered across that blue and green marble far, far below him.
Because one of the few he still loves, will always love with all his heart no matter what anyone else believes, asked him to. Reminded him who he was, who they were. There's a legacy to carry on, one that's jaded and hurt and can never be healed but despite it all still has to save them.
Wants to save them.
Final words, a final promise. Understanding from the one that matters the most. The only one that never rejected him, could never hate him for losing the ability to love those cruel, twisted and littered souls.
So he watches. He watches them scurry around like ants far, far below him, and he's judge, jury and saviour because they've hurt him but he can't hate them.
He can't love them, either.
But he can still save them.
We're back in one of my minor AUs here, which I might one day expand into a full fic. One day. Maybe. Technically the same universe as Another Angle (Behind the Scenes) and Grey.
Thanks for reading!
Tsari