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he can no longer play in his mother's garden, he can no longer stare at screens for hours on end.
the man knows destruction, his innocence wiped away by his own corrupt mind. the same mind that once held small, childish innocence that would never be reclaimed.
the grass was no longer a vibrant green, the grass was a dull gray, tinted with spilled blood. the grass was no longer a flower field, but a battleground tainted with death.
destruction. destruction was all he knew. he was a man now. not the innocent child he once was
once cobalt blue eyes were now a stormy gray, brewing with chaos and anarchy. the almond-shaped eyes held more emotion than the man's ruined mind.
his hair, once luscious, curly hair, was matted down against his scarred forehead, covering pain that was comparable to no other.
the sky was full of ash, stark grey ash pouring from the sky. the man missed the blue, cloudless sky from his deep memories. the war-painted sky held the fear from below like a sponge, soaking up the screams of the terrified nation.
he smelt the fire more than he felt it, the burning logs filling his senses with an irreplaceable sense of dread. his legs shook before him as the fire raked over the dry grass and long deposited swords.
the war was fought, the war was won, but at what cost? the cost of friendship? the cost of innocence? the cost of freedom?
and as the man laid out in an empty field, void of fire, void of the ash from his tarnished memories, he seemed to fade away. his senses faded away from reality as he slipped away into an endless, yet peaceful form of slumber.
NOAH SPEAKS !
so yeah, that's what most of these are gonna be like. :)
