A/N: One more after this. :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
9. And hating myself
Life had suddenly changed for him, and he had trouble grasping it.
It wasn't all love and splashes of colour. If it had been, he would have swam in the dream, unwilling to wake.
It was just…different.
Empty.
Something he had to make himself.
With that pathetic, shrivelled, empty, form of his.
He just watched, at first. What else was there to do? He watched.
And he learnt. And as he learnt, he made a mask.
It seemed the man who had taken him under his wing was a master of masks.
So he made himself a mask. And he wore it.
He smiled. It was fake. He spoke. It was fake. He made friends. They were fake.
But, with the mask, he could pretend they were otherwise.