- 172
- #2
Lute was reading, then again when was he not reading. His eyes glowing probably the only thing that pointed him out in most shadows he tended to try to hide in. He had a long way to go and lots of things he needed to study. He wanted to grow strong so that he didn't need to fear others so much. Then again even the kindest smiles could hold the darkest hearts in his experience.
A gentle sigh of regret he would lift the ruby necklace up to glance it over like he had done many times before. He . . . could not save her, and that still haunted him now in his adult life. It was his fault so clearly that she had died. His heart ached from this thought, and empty hollow like calling inside as if it was trying to claw itself apart from the inside out. The worse part of it all was, he could barely remember what she looked like at this age now.
WC: 170
A gentle sigh of regret he would lift the ruby necklace up to glance it over like he had done many times before. He . . . could not save her, and that still haunted him now in his adult life. It was his fault so clearly that she had died. His heart ached from this thought, and empty hollow like calling inside as if it was trying to claw itself apart from the inside out. The worse part of it all was, he could barely remember what she looked like at this age now.
WC: 170