A/N: Progress. :D
"There was a time when I stopped talking. Just like you. My reasons were a little bit different, but I think the feelings of being ashamed of myself and hating myself are the same." – Yuki Sohma
A Rat in a Shadow
4. My reasons were
He'd wanted friends. He'd wanted them desperately, but they were not to be had.
He had illusions of them. People, strangers when they first saw him, thought he was cute. That could lead to something.
Of course it led to something. It led to him playing with those children. Getting false hope. Tripping. Falling flat on his face. Revealing his form. Seeing their disgusted looks. Watching how they forgot him after their memories were erased. Being careful to stay far, far away from them so they didn't happen again.
And he remembered the lashes around his ankles and arms where he covered his head. The warning to never be so careless, so hopeful again.
He'd cried. He'd cried until there was nothing left of him to cry.
Because he'd so desperately wanted that.
And now even the illusion he'd had, that veil of ignorance, was gone.