share your most heart-wrenching scenes
Started May 11, 2020 by @kiley_arrants Premium Supporter

(Ugh. His fear existed before, it wasn't in that scene until yesterday. That's what I mean.)

@Althalosian-is-the-father

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She left them behind, the fabric of her clothing brushing the bushes as she wended off. Soraso and Ledhalav exchanged a glance, heaviness reflecting in both of their eyes, unconcealed. They were weary. Soraso wondered if it was the fading light or if Ledhalav’s hair truly had streaks of grey. She said nothing, but turned away, bitterness, harsh as flower sap, deep in their souls, weakening their arms and making their eyes heavy. The two sat on the cold, wet, ground in silence. They might have been waiting, but they did not know for what, if anything.
Areni stood at the edge of the water, head proud, remaining silent, attempting to stifle the currents deep in her heart. Her eyes were hard as stone, her features unyielding. She would not believe. And yet the blood on the ground flashed through her with blinding intensity, her mind, a traitor, forced her understanding against her will with the force of a blow.
She let out a cry as one who had been pierced. She screamed and screamed. She fell to her knees, not caring as the jagged shells tore her clothes and cut her, sending blood flowing through the sand and down into the sea.
“Barikev!” she begged. “Barikev!” The words tore from her throat, leaving it raw, tasting of iron and salt, ghostly silence falling on the water.
The waters lapped up over the smooth stones, quietly accepting the offering trickling down the grains of sand. It was quiet. Serene. The trees stood silently behind her, tall and forbidding, offering no comfort. The mist chilled her, though she did not notice it, even as it had settled in her bones. She sat still, not knowing how long, not marking the darkness that slowly crept up the shore, filling the world, once again, with darkness. She fell slowly to the ground.. Her eyes closed, her face feeling stiff and dry, even though she could feel the remaining tears, deliberately moving to meet the ground, rolling slowly down her face before departing also on their journey to the sea. She huddled on the ground, the wetness seeping through her layers of clothes, one by one, until the water touched her skin, making her shudder. She pulled her knees as close as she could to her chest, trying to block out the devouring cold. Her belly, not yet tight, twinged sharply for an instant, causing new tears to appear.
“Infósat,” she whispered, clutching her legs tighter to herself, wanting to curl herself around the child who remained the smallest candle in the darkness. Still sobbing quietly, unknown to her, sleep claimed her as its own and all was dark.

@Althalosian-is-the-father

No reason for the spoiler. I just preferred it gray.

@Echo_6

February 7, 2006
Her fingers traced the tiny key's features over and over. It didn't make sense. Her mom was in the kitchen doing the dishes.
There was a knock at the door and her mom asked her to get it. She set the key onto the coffee table and shuffled over to the door. She opened the door and froze. Two men stood there. Both wearing blue uniforms with red stripes and white buttons. Both were holding white hats. "Mrs. Brooks?" the man in front asked softly. Terisa didn't respond she just stood there completely frozen.
"I'm Mrs. Brooks," Terisa's mom said coming to the door. "This is my daughter…" her mom trailed off as she looked at who was standing there. "No…" Terisa heard the faint whisper.
"I'm so sorry," the man began. Terisa didn't hear anything else. Everything around her began to crumble.

March 6, 2006
The next month was a daze for Terisa. Family had been coming and going there entire time. Terisa didn't leave her room though. Her hair was a mess, and she hadn't showered in almost two weeks. She barely ate, and she knew that people were starting to worry about her.
A tiny knock on the door reached her ears and then her mom stepped in. She was holding something in her hands. "I found this on the coffee table a few weeks back," she whispered. "Is it yours?" She held out the tiny key that Terisa had.
"Yeah," Terisa replied taking the key. "It was one of my gifts."
"Do you know what it goes to?"
"No," Terisa replied bluntly. "It's not like it matters though."
"Look around sweety, I'm sure you'll find what it opens," her mom said before standing up and walking out. Closing Terisa's door behind her. Terisa looked at the key for a moment. Then she had an idea. She slid off of her bed and pulled a couple boxes out from under her bed. Then she reached all the way back and pulled one more box out. This box was a small wooden chest. It was locked with a small silver lock that she didn't have the key for.

November 16, 2005
"Why do you have to go?" Terisa asked looking up at the man next to her. They were both sitting in a huge oak tree.
"Why does a male lion leave to patrol his land?" the man asked.
"To make sure intruders don't get in and hurt his cubs and lionesses," Terisa answered.
"Well, I'm doing the same thing," he said. "I have to go and make sure that you and your mother are safe, just like the lion does."
Terisa was quiet for a moment. "But what if you get hurt?" He didn't respond. "Dad, what if you get hurt?"
"You see this key?" he asked, holding up a tiny silver key. Terisa nodded, and he pulled out a piece of string. He then tied the string to the key and secured it to the tree. "On the 6th of February, I want you to come out here and get this key okay?"
"Next year's February?" Terisa asked.
"Next year's February," he confirmed.
"What's it for?" she asked, climbing over to take a closer look at the key. There was a pretty pink jewel in the center of the bow.
"You'll see," he replied, just as he started climbing out of the tree. Terisa followed him down and they started back towards the house.

March 6, 2006
On the top of the chest was small pinkish jewel, and when Terisa compared it to the key, they matched. With a little bit of a struggle she managed to fit the tiny key into the lock. With a click the latch came loose and the lid opened a tiny amount.
She set the key down next to her and gently lifted the lid. Inside the box was a piece of folded paper, and under the paper was a beautiful necklace. It was silver. The pendant was a small silver heart with a blue sapphire heart in the middle of it. In tiny black letters on the bottom of the heart was her name. After thoroughly inspecting the necklace she turned her attention to the note that had been on top.

"Happy Birthday,
Terisa, you've grown into a beautiful young woman, with the heart of a lioness. I'm supposed to be back today, just in time for your sixteenth birthday. So if you've opened this before I'm back just know that I love you and am proud of the beautiful young lady that you have become. Please continue being the strong girl that I know you are.
Daddy."

Terisa stared at the note for a moment, before it slipped out of her fingers and onto the floor. And for the first time since she'd heard the news, she cried. Clutching the necklace in one hand and burying her face into her knees, she bawled.
One day. He had been one day away from coming home.

@berlioz

May 28, 2020

Dom- freaking chills. I loved it. The screaming part really got me. You're writing style is so detailed and specific, but you don't waste time in explaining all of it. It's consice. You can really feel what she's feeling.

@Althalosian-is-the-father

May 28, 2020

screams with joy Yesss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHH!!!!!! Thank you!!!!!!!!

@Katastrophic

May 30, 2020

ok this is very out of context, so Rei and Ki are a bonded mage and fairy/familiar pair who grew up together since childhood in a very cold family setting. This is also completely a first draft and unedited, and will be in comic format eventually anyways so go easy on it ^_^

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Rei stood before the imposing throne. Coral grew up the gilded sides as if it was underwater, but it was not as near as impressive as the figure sitting atop it. The amalgamation of water and shells created a tall androgynous form with a blank impression of where a human face would be. Between with feeling of being hostilely watched and the choking humidity, the room was suffocating. Even Ki abandoned her teasing play and was hovering behind Rei, the fish in her water body swimming agitatedly.

Children of the world and water The being spoke from everywhere at once, echoing and dripping but sharper than ice. You seek something from me, a power you think you need to win.

Rei steeled her shoulders. "Yes. We need your blessing, we are facing an enemy we can't defeat." She bowed deeply to the being, Ki mimicking her movements. Rei was glad for once her fairy was holding her tongue, it wouldn't be good to upset a deity after all.

And if I /don't/ give you my blessing?

Perhaps Rei spoke too soon, as Ki lunged in front of her with a retort. "You're supposed to be the Guardian, to protect us from-"
"Ki!" Rei hissed, pulling the fairy back. The water girl was losing her form, swirling and angry waves becoming something beyond the realm of human.

I could kill you for speaking to be in such a manner.

"Please, she is just frustrated. Without your help lots of people are going to die. Humans and Fae alike. Please."

Very well, I'll give you a piece of my power for something in return. Something you value.

"Anything. The price cannot be greater than what we are facing if we lose."

The being crackled as it shifted, the shells clacking together as they broke and reformed. I want her. It pointed at Ki.

"wait, I can't-" Rei's breath caught in her lungs. "Ki is my-"

Yours? something of value must be traded for equal value, child.

"She's my friend! I can't leave her!"

You already said the foe you are facing is great and powerful, and with my blessing you won't have a need for a familiar anymore. Would it not be safer to give her to me? Where she truly belongs in my realm?

"but-"

"It's okay." Ki had calmed, her form fully human as she took Rei's hand, turning her to face her. A look of acceptance rested on her face. "It will be okay."

"No, I can't leave you!" Rei said with tears forming in her eyes. She felt a strange sensation in her chest, like something inside her was being pulled apart. Her magic thrumming through her veins dulled and ached for something that wasn't there. The bond between them dissolved away, leaving a void as her heart was broken. "No, no, no, no.." She fell to her knees and Ki knelt with her. She gently took the Mage's face in her water hands, the tears blending into her skin.

"You have to do this, and you don't need me anymore." She smiled sadly. "You have other friends now, it will be okay." She pressed her forehead into hers as a goodbye. "Just, just don't forget me, okay Rei-Rei?"

"I won't." Rei sobbed out as she hugged her best friend as tight as she could. She wished she didn't have to let go.

This is so far ahead in my story than I have planned, but for some reason all the angsty scenes are what I have inspiration for so ¯\(ツ)/¯

@HighPockets

Oi, DIP, are you ever going to spoiler-tag your post like Dom asked you to?

@ElderGod-kirky

TW: child abuse. I wrote this a while ago, so it's not top-notch writing, even with some quick editing.

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March 25
Age Six

The party is in full bloom.

Adults are talking with each other, drinking alcohol from their tall glasses, talking over each other, faking smiles, gossiping behind each other’s backs, having a good time.

It’s misery.

I am pushed around by Linda and Marcus, introduced to strangers and fawned over, then carted over to yet another group of strangers. I doubt they even remember my name. I don’t remember theirs.

The sounds, the sounds, the sounds. They prick my skin like the tailor's needle, grate on my bones like concrete, twist my joints to the point where I want to scream. I can't, though, so I won't. But it hurts. I want it to stop. Please? The noise feels awful.

Linda and Marcus brag about how generous they are, taking in a strange child that may or may not have a concerning past. I’m tired and bored. I hate this. I want to go away. I want to eat some cake and ice cream. I want to open presents. I don’t want to stay all night. I don’t want to eat tiny crackers with cheese. I don’t want to watch long and boring speeches.

I don’t want to be here.

I’m now being shown to another fancy and rich lady. Linda tries to get me to smile and say hello. I don’t. I stare at the lady and ask her why she needs so much makeup—she reminds me of a clown. Linda’s not happy. She talks through her teeth as she pushes me behind her. I bite her dress. She excuses herself and drags me across the great hall, pretending everything is alright. No, everything is not alright. I’m going to get hit. I just know it. I said no. I’m not supposed to say no.

I should be scared.

But I'm not.

She throws me in the bathroom and locks the door behind her. I don’t bother standing up. She’ll hit me either way.

Linda grabs my hair and I don’t scream as she yanks my head back, though my eyes sting from hiding the tears. “Why can’t you just be happy?” she asks me. “I have given you everything, you ungrateful brat!” She tosses me against a stall door. I hit my head and whimper. I think I’m bleeding. I touch my forehead, and my fingers are covered in red as I look at them. Yes, I’m bleeding. Again.

At least the hurtful noise is dulled. That's good, right?

Linda continues to yell. Her voice is screechy and annoying. It's a claw poking at my neck again and again. I hate that too. I tune her out. I’ve heard it enough times to know what she’s saying. Instead, I fall to the floor. My purple dress is crumpled and the floor is dirty, but I don’t care. My head hurts.

Linda latches onto my wrist and yanks me up off the ground, screaming in my face. I think my wrist just popped. Did it? I can't tell anymore. “You will enjoy this party, you selfish bitch, or you’ll be punished. Got it?” she asks. I nod my head, too tired to say anything back. It hurts—my wrist and my head—but I don’t say anything about that either. She smiles and lets me go. I fall to the ground and my legs crumple beneath me. She pulls me to my feet with a single yank, then hands me a handkerchief. “Now, clean yourself up. You need to be presentable.” I take the cloth and wipe up the blood, shaking from the familiar pain. She pats my shoulder. “There. And this never happened, correct?” I nod. She nods too and steers me to the bathroom door.

I’m shown around again. I smile and say hello. I pretend I’m enjoying the party. People love Linda and Marcus because of me. They ask how old I am. I say six. They seem to think that six-year-olds only speak gibberish since they gush over my large vocabulary. Of course, I tell them it’s because of Linda and Marcus—my heroes.

So many lies being shared here—and the last place, and the one before that, and the one before that. What is the truth? Is there ever any truth?

I want to go. The noise is hurting me again. Why did I have to come back out? What can I do to leave?

I see some candles on a table. There’s a big curtain above them.

I have an idea.

Linda and Marcus don’t notice my escape. I easily slip away, sliding between the bodies of the other adults. The curtain looks like a good escape. I could just blame it on the candles.

Women shriek as the curtains are engulfed in flames—violent shivers crawling up my spine. I pretend it was an accident by falling to the floor and dragging tears to my eyes. They all fall for it. The tipped over candle is helping.

But Linda and Marcus aren’t fooled. They saw my record. They know. My eyes widen as Marcus stalks up to me and drags me across the floor by my feet. I kick and scream. People watch in shock. Linda walks behind us. She looks furious.

Marcus throws me out in the snow. I land on my arm and scream in pain as it twists under me. Linda crouches next to me. “You just had to enjoy the party, Theresa. How hard could that have been?” she croons. I’m crying now. It hurts. It really hurts. Marcus is on the phone. It’s my social worker. I can hear her talking to Marcus. I hate hearing things when I shouldn't.

They leave me in the snow in favor of the party.

I lie there.

Happy birthday to me…

Broken.

Happy birthday to me…

Bleeding.

Happy birthday dear Tessa…

A car pulls up. It’s my social worker. She clicks her tongue and picks me up, ignoring my screams of agony and defiance.

Happy birthday… to… me…

@Althalosian-is-the-father

Not bad. I have a Theresa that's broken too.

@ElderGod-kirky

Girl gives therapists a run for their money with what's going on inside her head

That is, if she ever gave them the time of day

@Althalosian-is-the-father

Mine becomes a leader of Fey and demon killers who's dead set on revenge for the death of her older sister.

@ElderGod-kirky

uhhh

Tess does/becomes a lot of things that I'm too lazy to list

@Althalosian-is-the-father

Valid Lol.

@HighPockets

TW: smoking, brief suicidal ideation
Also shoddy formatting since I didn't want to make a mega paragraph lol

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It's cold as hell now, which is the sort of stupid oxymoron I can't stand but can't keep from thinking. You add "as hell" to the end of anything and it gets the intensity it needs. Anyways, it's cold as hell and the snow's got that thick, wet texture that drenches you even if you're in a coat, then freezes you right up again. Thank God I stuck the cigarette package so deep in my bag, else they'd be as soaked as me.

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I look up and gaze at the skyline like I'm trying to commit it to memory. All its ups and downs and curves make me want to draw it, but I've never been an artist. You can only really have one artist in a family, and Cora got that gene. My eyes catch the soft glow of lights and I walk to them, slush spreading into my shoes. Feels like my toes'll freeze off, but I keep going until I reach the lights at the field.

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They're tall, the kind of height that tempts kids to climb up them, and the kids are dumb enough to try. Nothing's more irritating than being all set with your glove way out there and hearing some goddamn kid cry because they tried to climb that stupid pole. Stuff like that happens more than you'd think. And no matter how many times they see their siblings and friends fall, they all try anyways. It's like a damn magnet, I swear to God. I walk to the bleachers before I'm tempted to try again. I've probably still got the scar from my first attempt.

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The snow is starting to pile up as I clamber up each row, and I sort of hate that I leave footprints. I wipe a clump of snow from the top row and sit, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. Dropping my backpack to the riser below, I unzip it and feel around until I fish out my cigarettes and lighter. I open the box and clench one between my teeth, then flick the lighter on. Its glow is harsher than the muted lights, and I touch it to the tip of the cigarette and hope it lights. Hope succeeds for once, and I lean back and take a drag, exhaling smoke.

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Looking at the field stirs something in me, and I can't name what. I can almost feel the sand under my cleats, the weight of a bat as I hold it at home plate. The ringing crack of a solid hit, and the odd reverberation of an off one, the type that makes your bones feel like they're shaking and you can barely regain the awareness to run. They always put me in outfield, probably because I was liable to be distracted by things like screaming kids who try to climb the lamp post and so they didn't trust me in the infield. Never had to do much, since most of the teams we played could barely get a swing in off of our pitcher. Until he graduated and everything sort of went to shit, but we had a solid three years of winning. I had to swap in as pitcher once and nearly broke my goddamn sternum. Come to think of it, that might be why they kept me in the outfield.

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All this sentimentality must be getting to me, because I sob so hard that I nearly choke to death on my cigarette. It falls into the snow and I sort of just look at it, dumbfounded for some stupid reason, as if I didn't realize it'd fall if I opened my mouth. Something feels frozen on my cheeks, and I can't tell if it's snow or tears or some mix of both. I hug my arms across my chest and my jacket actually feels stiff from the snow, and I become acutely aware of the fact that I do not want to freeze to death. It's a slow way to die, and I'd rather go out fast and painless. I'm equally aware of how high up I am, and how easily I could accidentally slip and fall on the slick metal and snap my neck. I stand up and shakily climb down to a lower level.

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@HighPockets

~~@Pickles-EmpressOfKangarooRatsAndAceSnail~~

@Pickles

~~@Pickles-EmpressOfKangarooRatsAndAceSnail~~

~~If you don't stop, I'm going to steal him away from you and give him the love he deserves~~

@HighPockets

~~@Pickles-EmpressOfKangarooRatsAndAceSnail~~

~~If you don't stop, I'm going to steal him away from you and give him the love he deserves~~

~~He'll get some eventually, I promise~~
~~But hey, if you want to write about him being happy, I won't stop you~~

@Althalosian-is-the-father

I love it so much.

@HighPockets

Thank you, it made me very sad

@Dragoncita

The abomination had come closer to the cowering child. A clawed hand began to reach downwards, getting ready to take the small child, to crush it without so much of a second glance. However, a sudden roar, fire dancing.

The monstrosity never had a chance. The black dragon had taken full advantage, not giving the abomination an inch to even regain its footing or fight back. The attempt it tried, only left it in more agony, till finally, a 'crunch'. The dragon's furious attack and searing flames eventually led to the abomination's skull being crushed.

The towering brute fell forward, seemingly causing the ground to shake ever so slightly. A hiss, and the beast's body seemed to begin melting. All that remained, was a large pool of that viscous, black liquid.

Seere had remained curled up, eyes shut tight as he felt his tears slide down his face. This was it then…only the want to try and help…to not be a burden…led all to this…his death…

A ferocious roar suddenly erupted all around. The darkness, it never came to Seere, as he had been expecting. The small boy opened his eyes, watching as another black dragon, one that seemed heavier in build than his father, took the stage.

Fierce fangs, rending claws, and purple fire danced before him. The monster that had once been hovering over him was suddenly outmatched.

Little Seere wanted to cry, cry even more than he already was that is. A shadow swooped over him, causing him to once again curl up into himself. He wanted it all to end, he just wanted to be back in the den with his daddy…where there were no horrible monsters…no unknown dragons…just him and his daddy…

He felt a familiar cold air, the soft cooing of the white dragonelle did make him feel slightly comforted, but it was something compared to what happened recently. The child felt her snout lightly resting upon him, making Seere give a tearful hiccup in response. He felt the embrace of claws gently wrap around him, much like his father had done with him many of times.

Once again, it was comforting…for the time being. He just knew the difference, it would never be the same compared to his own father's embrace. Yet it was something for Seere, something that was helping calm him down from the hectic events.

It seemed…awfully silent…cold even…was this what happened when the Death God's Servant guided your soul? Did it truly end for him…was this it?

Shuffling…was Quietus drawing closer now…or was it another?

PAIN! He felt it shoot through his body as something ever so lightly touched him. The male's eyelids were open in an instant, the eyes flashing bright red for just a moment as his body jerked, making it all that much worse on him.

Leonard was still alive…if barely. Several hissing curses rolled under his breath, gritting his teeth as he rolled onto his back. The red gaze was no more, only a dull yellow with little to no light. Each breath he tried to take seemed to rattle.

His mind felt hazy, as if a dense fog suddenly rolled over, mixing his thoughts. What had happened just now? A fight? Everything seemed to have happened so quick…who the hell were these dragons again? Wait…

"S-S-Seere," the male's voice was a raspy hiss, blood leaking from the corners of his mouth. Yet none of that matter, the pain, his life, nothing…what was the fate of his chick?

"W-w-what…of Seere," it had been so long since he actually felt…was this a burning sensation growing in his eyes…what was this…damn't…

He gave a painful swallow, "P-please…please t-t-tell me…he's alright…"

Even if this dragonelle was more concerned about him, Leonard could care less. He wanted to know, he needed to know his little Seere was still alive…and that the worse didn't happen…

Seere's crying had calmed down, if only slightly. He had wiped his nose and eyes against the sleeve of the shirt he wore. A sniffle or a soft hiccup would be heard from time-to-time, but that was it. He let himself be cradled in the strange dragonelle's claws, resting against her shoulder.

He had buried his face against the scales, feeling comforted to a certain degree. They were moving again. They must be going somewhere else, hopefully…to his father…daddy…he was alright…wasn't he?

A gentle stop, Seere's protector coming to where she wanted them to be. Several moments passed of nothing more than silence, except the child's softened cries and sniffles. Then a voice, a voice Seere knew…but it sounded so..weak…it sounded nothing like his daddy…but then it did…

The child removed his face from the dragonelle's shoulder, glancing downwards to see the battered form of a man…what was left of his father…but little Seere knew him anywhere, be it true or human form.

The child started to cry again, swiftly, somehow, managing to slip through his protector's claws. The child clambered downwards, making his way towards the fallen shape. Little Seere could not stop himself, instantly throwing himself on his father, to only be met with a pained groan.

"Seere…little S-Seere…t-t-there…you are…"

The male lifted a weak arm, letting it go around to wrap around the child. His still good wing slowly, weakly, unfurled from his back, moving to gently wrap Seere in a 'blanket'. Though injured, Leonard felt a wave of peace wash over him as his little one returned to him. He knew Seere was safe…that was all that mattered in his eyes.

The child curled up into his father. His head rested against Leonard's chest, hearing the comforting sound of his heartbeats, but something was off about them. They were uneven, skipping beats every now and then, not the gentle, steady beat he was used to.

Seere lifted his head, looking up towards his father's head. The child's voice was soft, a choked chirrup coming before words, "D-daddy…daddy you're hurt…"

He lifted a hand, wiping away more tears that were falling down his face. Though his eyes shined, the child's voice tried to sound hopeful as he thought of something, "I…I-I'll get Rosaria…she'll know what t-t-to do! Y-Yasha can help too! Just w-wait daddy…we ca-…"

A hand suddenly reached upwards, lightly caressing the child's face, making him grow quiet. Leonard's dull yellow eyes looked towards Seere's teal blue. The male exhaled a rattling breath.

His voice was soft, "Seere…you know…w-w-we're alone here…no one…is coming…"

Leonard spoke the harsh truth, one which Seere, in the back of his mind, knew was true. They weren't in their world anymore, what Seere knew was gone, the ones his daddy trusted, the ones who had helped them while still back home…they weren't here, and it was likely they would never be here.

Seere choked again, letting himself fall back upon his father. He curled up tightly, letting that great wing cover him as it had done so many times before, letting his head rest on his daddy's chest. Only to hear the uneven beat of a heart desperately trying to cling onto what little life there was left.

Once again, Seere felt helpless…a lost child…a burden…

@WriteOutofTime

@DoctorOfTheDead yo that was amazing, you're a great writer.

@HighPockets