~*Climbing Ivy*~
I've been called cold, emotionless, and aloof. I've been compared to ice more times than I care to keep track of. Unreachable, stoic, frozen, anything you can think of to describe an arctic wasteland, barren and uninhabitable. I've even been called empty before.
Out of all the things I've been called, emotionless hurts me the most. I am not emotionless. I feel anger, hatred, pain, betrayal... love. I get frustrated, upset, scared, confused, hurt. Just because I don't show it doesn't mean I can't feel it.
I can't show it. I'm too afraid to. There was a time I wore my heart on my sleeve and it almost killed me. No, not almost. It did kill me. I am no longer capable of love, or of any other emotion one would consider happy. I haven't truly been alive for a long time now. Why? Because of her...
Hilda's death was too much. I'm a broken man now, with no real reason for living. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother... but then I see him. I see myself reflected in his deep eyes, the pain, the anger, the doubt... all of the confused emotions I feel inside myself.
It's strange, I see myself in his eyes, but he isn't at all like me. He's too quick to act, easily angered, a bundle of nerves with a hair trigger waiting to be pulled. Incredibly outspoken and forward. Strong, whereas I am weak. So much stronger...
~*~
Albert stopped writing and curled up into himself. He couldn't bear it to think of him any longer, but he had so much to say about the flight-enabled cyborg. Like how his presence distracted him from his pain, his voice soothed him, and his will to survive was contagious. There was so much difference between them, but deep inside they were so much alike.
He wasn't in love with Jet, he told himself, but he still needed him to survive. He thought of an ivy, and how the thin vine attached itself to a strong tree or building. It lived off the strength of another, just like he was doing with Jet.
He smiled to himself. Yes, he needed Jet, but he did not love him. Not like he did Hilda, in any case. Jet was his tree, and he was climbing ivy.
~fini~
So there it is. Albert's little look inside. He refused to cooperate the way Jet did. ¬_¬ Thanks to Hiei-kun, Dark Zelda (whom I would like to not use Spanish in the review since I have NO idea what he/she/it/they are saying), lilanimefan1, and Strata. I also would like to thank Strata for agreeing with me (damn administrative bastards).
I've been called cold, emotionless, and aloof. I've been compared to ice more times than I care to keep track of. Unreachable, stoic, frozen, anything you can think of to describe an arctic wasteland, barren and uninhabitable. I've even been called empty before.
Out of all the things I've been called, emotionless hurts me the most. I am not emotionless. I feel anger, hatred, pain, betrayal... love. I get frustrated, upset, scared, confused, hurt. Just because I don't show it doesn't mean I can't feel it.
I can't show it. I'm too afraid to. There was a time I wore my heart on my sleeve and it almost killed me. No, not almost. It did kill me. I am no longer capable of love, or of any other emotion one would consider happy. I haven't truly been alive for a long time now. Why? Because of her...
Hilda's death was too much. I'm a broken man now, with no real reason for living. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother... but then I see him. I see myself reflected in his deep eyes, the pain, the anger, the doubt... all of the confused emotions I feel inside myself.
It's strange, I see myself in his eyes, but he isn't at all like me. He's too quick to act, easily angered, a bundle of nerves with a hair trigger waiting to be pulled. Incredibly outspoken and forward. Strong, whereas I am weak. So much stronger...
~*~
Albert stopped writing and curled up into himself. He couldn't bear it to think of him any longer, but he had so much to say about the flight-enabled cyborg. Like how his presence distracted him from his pain, his voice soothed him, and his will to survive was contagious. There was so much difference between them, but deep inside they were so much alike.
He wasn't in love with Jet, he told himself, but he still needed him to survive. He thought of an ivy, and how the thin vine attached itself to a strong tree or building. It lived off the strength of another, just like he was doing with Jet.
He smiled to himself. Yes, he needed Jet, but he did not love him. Not like he did Hilda, in any case. Jet was his tree, and he was climbing ivy.
~fini~
So there it is. Albert's little look inside. He refused to cooperate the way Jet did. ¬_¬ Thanks to Hiei-kun, Dark Zelda (whom I would like to not use Spanish in the review since I have NO idea what he/she/it/they are saying), lilanimefan1, and Strata. I also would like to thank Strata for agreeing with me (damn administrative bastards).