Still proud. But it looks worse everyday. Or maybe thats because Im surrounded by better writers? Shut it, Axe.
It hurts seeing you like this. Cant you tell?
Of course not.
Im the strong one. I never, never, get upset.
But I am.
I cant help but be. With you hurt like this.
I could cry.
Watching you clean your wounds. Gashes on a bare body.
I feel your pain.
The shape of your wings. Broken or missing.
It scars the soul.
Your near lifeless eyes. How could they let this happen!
They dont care.
If they cared then you'd be all right. Not battered and bleeding.
But you are.
I wouldn't have let it happen. Id fiercely protect you.
I couldnt though.
You dont know how strongly I feel. You think Ill just listen.
Thats true.
But I dont want that. I want to hold you, heal you, comfort you!
Kiss you.
Ill protect you from now on, I swear to you. After all
I love you.
