TW!!!! Bl00d. Also read like the first part of notes and credits before reading this. scroll for the lore!! I can't forget it. That one day. Tears, thick and fast, falling down my face. Rain pounds, undying, onto the ground, as if Otets himself is dismayed at what I've done. Unloved. Unhappy. Ungrateful. Unholy. I stare at it, a bloodied mass, redness leaking into the cement. "Ready to go home?" He asks. Him. He forced me to do this. I turn to him. How does he have the guts to do something as savage as this? To an ally of his own father? How? The questions scream in my head as I scream at him. But I shouldn't. Because he is Otets favorite son. Otets loves him. He is loved. He is happy. He is grateful. He is holy. He turns to me. "Come on." "Let's go home." He says. Before I left, I was cursed. By him. West Germany's brother. The brother who got killed. By me. I'm the killer. A bitter laugh rips from my throat. Fearless. Reckless. Heartless. Ruthless. This is who I am. "Yes." I dry my tears. I will never cry again. Now, we see each other almost every day. To the rest of the world, We love each other. And I do, but I'll never, ever, ever forget what he made me do. I'll never forget his ruthlessness. I see Spain as I walk out the door. "Hey, baby!" I smile a little wider, Stand a little taller, Because I'm fine. I won't let him see my cracks. He gruffly says, "Hey." He doesn't look so happy today. "What happened?" "Nothing." He turns away. My smile falters. Disappointment. Anger. Sadness. They all come rushing at once. "Oh. Okay." I reply, my tone cheerful, although I am not. That isn't what I am. Fearless. Reckless. Heartless. Ruthless. That is what I am. But I'm never enough for them. Spain. Him. Otets. Any of them. All of them.
This is like my first attempt at freestyle poetry... so its..... something. This is all from SHadewing's perspective and NOT REAL!!!!! scroll for a couple explanations!! Otets... you'll figure out who he is. the man who forced her to do that? you'll find out. her and Spain are starting to fray at the edges.
