Elián
I stare at the little specks of dust whirling and floating in the sunlight that's streaming in through the window.
I watch them closely as they dance ghostly in the light, and a little smile touches my lips.
My head rolls back as memories upon memories wash over me.
I'm only 21 years old, yet I feel so… old. Tired and empty.
My mind travels past this world. Past beastmen and Alphas… My mind goes back home.
A bitter smile splits my face when I think of how much misery I have endured in my life compared to the joy. There's so much pain, too much.
I never got love, and when I came here, and managed to get a bit of it… I always end up losing those who love me. Those who seem to care.
I either lose them to someone else… Or death.
I open my eyes as the heaviness in my heart grows. It's so much now that it feels like it's changed me. I think it has. In more ways than I like.
A few weeks ago, I would've been talking by now. Yapping nonstop.
