Lost Cause

When he lifted his head, she barely recognised him for the bruises. They were ones you couldn’t see unless you looked for hours upon hours. She was now faced by a man that had been shattered. There was no knowing as to why. He spoke with a certain rigidity to his words. The cynic in him that believed there to be nothing worthy of being ruled “good” in the world had been proven right and it broke her heart to see him this way. She’d wanted to shield him. To provide him with warmth and keep him whole. It hadn’t been a set responsibility for her but she felt as though she had failed. Yet again, we lose another soul to reality.

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