'Hunters Don't Cry...'
Throughout my life, I've heard this callous expression. It was like a taunt, as if implying that hunters didn't have a heart to feel such extreme emotions or have enough reasons to shed tears.
But for me, this phrase only filled me with despair... I may not have shown it outwardly, but the pain of holding back my tears was almost too much to bear. It was a constant reminder that I'm not allowed to display my true feelings, that they were not important to others...
Sitting under the shade of a lone tree under a blank white sky, it's hard to tell if any time has passed. It's always like this here. There's no day or night, just a place with no beginning or end. It's all an illusion... A limbo where nothing changes.
Reaching behind me, I touch the only source of comfort: the rough bark of the tree, to ease my mind. Its rough surface barely scratches my palm. It's exactly how I remember it to be. Its calming presence I have spent too much time in during my stay in the real forest to forget.
Patting it gently, I smile softly, "I'm glad that at least you are here with me, old friend." This tree was the first thing that came to my mind when I got here and became the one and only thing I could manifest.
There is nothing else here...
No one else...
I have tried manifesting more but it doesn't work. Sighing, I tilt my head up, resting it back against the tree trunk again. How long will I stay here..? Is this where I'm supposed to stay for all eternity? Maybe I'm sentenced to spend my afterlife like this...in this limbo.
Without realizing it, my right hand rises and slides under my shirt, moving across my chest in an instinctual search. As I do so, my fingertips find a scar over where my heart used to be, marking the fatal slice of silver I had delivered myself.
I'm a hunter...and hunters are forbidden to kill themselves as I did...
The scar reminds me of that...and this is the price I must pay for my disobedience. After all, we hunters never received any mercy when it came to being punished for breaking the rules.
A weak smile stretches my lips and I close my eyes, "But at least...my beloved is now safe, and that is all that matters."
I just...hope...Logan would forgive me...
As a lone tear rolls down my cold cheek, I can't help but think of the time when my relationship with Logan was nothing more than a one-sided love. It all changed that night in the club...
...but my love and fate brought me here...
