Solhammond Palliser | THE SOUL
The moment she took his hand, he just sorta.. crumbled. The facade which was only a hair away from breaking seemed to collapse on itself. His face scrunched into something of discomfort, his eyes closing for a moment. Moisture touched his eyes, before an arm was lifted upwards to cover them. His body began to shake as he felt himself beginning to be taken by the urge, the need, to sob. Quiet tears left him, unable to speak as the weight of the year seemed to finally break him.
He sat there for gods know how long, holding this girl's hand just crying. Soft sobs racking his body, before it grew in frequency. As if with each moment more of the pain, more of the exhaustion which held him down was released. So much shame and self-loathing leaving with each cry, before finally it died down to a mere whimper. Wiping his eyes, he'd shaking his head. He felt.. different. Empty. A good empty.
END POST | THE DEAD