[ The utter despair of any version of him finding solace in the broken token he's become solidifies the ache humming in the folds of his grace. It pulses through him and a crack carves itself through every form of him disrupting his song. He shivers and a pool of dark feathers wrap around him in a cold and lonely embrace.
He's no one's everything.
Their piece of the world... What a lovely fantasy they spun for each other. This version of him still believed in it, but he woke up from the dream a long time ago. He crawled out of the cave to view the world as it stood and found himself grieving for the shadows on the walls.
His hands go limp and his head dips down. Around him, his wings tremble unable to follow the broken melody, and for a long while he does nothing but sit amid his thoughts until his grace repairs the crack searing through him. Once he's stitched back together and his melody finds its tune, he turns back to the message still unanswered and does his best not to break another part of him. ]
I'm not what you left behind. And you're not a broken version of myself.
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He's no one's everything.
Their piece of the world... What a lovely fantasy they spun for each other. This version of him still believed in it, but he woke up from the dream a long time ago. He crawled out of the cave to view the world as it stood and found himself grieving for the shadows on the walls.
His hands go limp and his head dips down. Around him, his wings tremble unable to follow the broken melody, and for a long while he does nothing but sit amid his thoughts until his grace repairs the crack searing through him. Once he's stitched back together and his melody finds its tune, he turns back to the message still unanswered and does his best not to break another part of him. ]
I'm not what you left behind. And you're not a broken version of myself.
We are two roads that diverged a long time ago.