The Dark Thoughts
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He lifted his gaze, allowing it to remain on the dark forest before him, his young but intense green eyes almost out of place among the dark shadows that cascaded down his pale face. His head stayed up, not allowing the luxury of relaxation even for a second if it meant he'd drop his guard and become weakened.
Although the dark night hid them, he could felt the pair of eyes that were settled upon his form, watching, waiting. It was not the gaze of a predator, not hungry and waiting for its prey's moment of weakness but calmly watching, almost keeping a vigil over him as he was threatened to be consumed by the darkness. The stranger cloaked in the long shadows watching was almost a comfort to his stormy soul…
He shook his head, wispy black strands falling to tickle his forehead.
No, no one would comfort him, why would anyone want to comfort the outcast? The freak of nature? The child that chose the darkness instead of the light to seek solace from? He couldn't allow himself to settle into such a luxury, comfort was for the weak, support for the needy. Letting himself be lulled into a false sense of security would only lead to more heartbreak which he believed would be the last straw to the already fragile organ.
"Please, just leave…" His voice rang out softly through out the quiet night as the wind had retreated moments before. It sounded out, choked with the held in emotions and hoarse from the lack of use. You didn't need a voice when no one listened, when no one was there to hear your words.
He let his chin fall to his chest as he looked to the cold ground. Behind him, clothing rustled and he was sure he was to be left alone…again.
