; glory and gore [1]

T H I R T E E N ; MOON

_______Everything' grey, his smoke, his dreams...

The orangey tint of the dawn warms up a mans cold features, the emptiness below him oddly reassuring him whilst most people would be dead scared of the impressive height. Perhaps the aggressive wind prevents him from distinguishing the view correctly, his perception slightly blurred whilst he struggles keeping his deep brown eyes focused on the horizon.

Or maybe it's simply the after effects of the frequent tsunami ravaging his heart, turning any emotion upside-down as if it was a house's furniture item.

His sight can't help but to be drawn by the hypnotic image resting inside of his grazed hands. A simple yet powerful picture which he never succeeded in deleting, his memory holding on to it with dear life. But this time he made up his mind and he's about to get rid of it for good.

Incapable of thinking straight lately, his thoughts keep on diverting as if Seth isn't ready just yet to face the harsh truth. The fact that in the middle of all the bonds he created and destroyed over the years, one always seemed absolutely unbreakable, undeniable and simply put: real.

Deep down a void appeared because an important piece of the puzzle has been taken away from his reach and sent to the seas, suppressing any bit of hope to find it ever again. Though he'd gladly jump into the deep water and search for it for a lifetime, but again his troubled mind wouldn't let enough space to his heart to figure any of it out.

Instead it all remains a big mess in which he lost a brother and all he can do about it is catching his attention by starting pointless arguments with him. Receiving nothing but his ignorance would wreck any fragment of faith he still keeps inside of a precious trunk, barely hidden from the darkness devouring his soul.

Suddenly boomy voices resound through the stairwell leading to the rooftop, managing to distract The Mastermind during one of countless reflections' sessions. Rollins grants the intruders with a curious look and slightly raise his brows, uncertain about their identities still.

Until his vision clarifies itself in front of an unexpected scene.

A redheaded systems' shaker is accompanied by a conceited figure excessively covered with ink, the arms filled with sweets and faces lighted up by sincere laughters. Instantly the display sparkles unforgettable memories they used to share.

How they used to consider themselves the kings of each town they'd travel to, looking down on everyone perched on their hotels' rooftop whilst stuffing down all types of junk food.

Each heart was made of a very different tone, all colliding in a rain of colours to melt into one vivid rainbow. But now the only shades of colors he holds are black and grey for the dark thoughts and uncontrolable emotions running wild, ignited by the WWE's chaos.

Seth eventually catches their gaze and for a split second, he finds himself believing things have not change throughout the years. That there still is that eternal bond between all of them and perhaps they'd invit him to come and join for a bit. He wouldn't even have any use for a long conversation, him who is such a talker though, because all he needs is to feel the presence of his brother in arms.

As painful as it was to erase everyone who ever meant something to him, it has been the easiest process to suppress Corey's existence. At least until Rollins snapped out of his blinded phase, refusing to see the things for what they truly were, completely oblivious about the situation.

Once he realized he had not only lost the most important person in his life but he also hurt him beyond repair, the devastation occured to him like crystal clear. However that sort of revelations only makes its path to his tortured brain when he's directly confronted to him, outside of the poisonous environment the company has became.