Suffering. That had been the theme of his life.
A constant ebb and flow of pain, seemingly endless. Never coming to complete and total stop. Never easing. Never leaving. Like this was fates design. Like whoever was choosing the course of his life had decided that he was meant for this.
There was never going to be an end. It was the one constant. The one thing that never changed. The one thing that he knew would always be there.
Suffering. Pain. Insecurity.
Emotions that he didn't want. Emotions that had been forced upon him since the day he had entered the world. A cruel existence that he had no way to escape from.
There was no end. Just like there weren't any answers.
All there would ever be was acceptance. But it did little to lessen the pain. The suffering. The way his heart constantly felt like it would collapse in upon it's self. Did little to numb the way he felt as if he would surely lose all that was left of himself. Did nothing to ease the knowledge that he would never know what it was like to be loved.
Still he accepted it. Accepted it and tried to persevere. To keep going. To not let the darkness win.
It was always going to win.
