one more light | optimus prime ✓

ONE MORE LIGHT

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your inner wars should never be fought alone. there is always a shoulder to cry on, i promise.

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You stared into his optics. Those blue, glowing orbs of pure light. Pure benevolence. Pure beauty. They shone so brightly you'd mistake them for stars. Yet, behind those bright shining optics, there was an abyss of darkness you couldn't quite decipher and clarify.

The darkness contained his past, the one in which you hadn't waded through with him. Or at least, the past he barely waded through. The Prime had experienced so much during the war for his planet, that he didn't know how to show happiness. He never smiled, nor laughed. He would just stare vacantly into thin air, his thoughts keeping him company.

If you were the reason for your planet's demise then you would probably understand.

"You don't have to build up walls, Optimus" You breathed, trying with all your might to get him to talk. To show one sign of acknowledgement. But you received none, like the many times beforehand. The Prime stuck to his usual routine of vacant stares, and an endless thought procedure of his own grievances.

Exhaling from desperation, you moved from the floor of the Autobot base up the railing and unto the place where you and your human friends would 'hang out'. You were more level with him that way.

All you wanted was to hug him, tell him everything was going to be alright. That you promised to pick him up when he felt he would fall. That every day you worried about him because you cared for him more than you should.

The glowing orbs of everything good and true hovered onto you, finally showing they were aware of your presence. You felt a spark of hope but was to further be disappointed when you received no verbal response.

"Optimus, I hate seeing you like this... please. Can I help you not to hurt anymore?" You pleaded, tightly grasping the railing poles like they were strands of rope. Representing the odd bond you and Optimus had. That if you let go the ropes would break, along with the bond that came with it.

The silence continued.

At this point, you didn't know what to do. Optimus was ignoring you because you were nagging him. Which he disliked from all beings. Of course, you were fully aware, but at the rate of concern flowing through your veins, it had reached such a peak you didn't care.

"Please... I just want to help. I know you're broken, and that's not fair. But just because I can't see it, doesn't mean it isn't there. You might have fooled the others with this mask you wear... but you're not fooling me,"

The fact Optimus Prime was so eager to claw his mind-frame away with grief tore you apart. The pain it caused was inexplicable. It reminded you of an old self that had been long left behind. The Prime had chosen to teach you the good in life when the hostile darkness roamed. He put back the pieces that had been broken in your life, giving you hope. The will to live. You couldn't respect, desire, and thank him more than enough.

He salvaged what was left, and he built it into something beautiful. But whilst he was restoring your life, the Prime continued to suffer silently. Nobody taught him the good in life when the hostile darkness roamed. Nobody put back the pieces that had been broken in his life, giving him hope. The will to live. He had nobody to respect, desire and thank more than enough.

Nobody salvaged what was left, and nobody built it into something beautiful.

All because he had stayed quiet, and stuck to his responsibilities as a leader. He focused so much more on the others than himself that he was trapped. Unable to escape. Memories taunted the Prime's mental health, devouring all positivity possible. Someone who had suffered for so long would probably never open up.