DisgracedHe couldn't believe it's this bad...
The wound had almost scarred; almost healed itself.
It seemed too good to be true.
To think he could actually be free of this.. Binding emotions.
But then, one night he walked up to the mirror, and for the first time in a very, very long time,
He looked into the mirror, long and hard.
He didn't just see himself,
He saw himself, and he felt himself.
He was a wreck
Emotionally, Physically, Mentally.
Everything about him was horrid.
Sure, on the surface, he seemed like everyone else.
But he wasn't normal.
Every time he moved, he was askew.
Every time he opened his mouth and spoke, he couldn't form a single straight sentence.
Every time he conjured a thought, it was saturated with darkness.
And every damned time you looked into his eye, you could see his Soul...
And it was fractured, seeping his own Life Force.
Once you saw that, his outwardly appearance was different.
His once normal posture was slouched,
His once decent clothes became stained and tatt