Rendering to Emotion Prologue
By Silvercane

He walked, carrying his dark secret. He was stern and now, almost sickened by the weakness. It makes sense to say that things can change in significant ways. He was almost angry at how his will could be disrupted by one person. 'I am human and I need to be loved…like everyone else does.'

'Butterflies seem to fly so clumsily and aimlessly…why is the night so noisy?…I should comb my hair…where is he?' She rolled over and remained silent. She wanted to so desperately- to forget about him. She obviously knew that such a feat was impossible, but what else could she do? It's difficult to close your eyes and float downstream.

Nature was the only being that he could never blame. In troubled time, he often tended to go along the breeze- towards the direction he hoped nature was guiding him to. Now, the breeze seemed so…weak, pathetic. Lately, he felt such a strong repulsion for weakness.

She became angry too, but it wasn't nearly as close as the sadness she suffered. 'If I wet my pillow, I'll swallow my pride. I swear it…' Instead, she cursed at herself and at a mental image of him. 'I know the horror of you. You have no reverence to my concern. Love is your h*ll and my evil deeds brought you there. If I ever let your grace enrapture me…'

'Such a mass of emotions, where do I go? My goal doesn't seem so relevant anymore, but it SHOULD!' The adagio breeze seemed to be on her side- making it seem less likely that he would sleep tonight. He was to afraid that dreams would build memories in his head. He kept his eyes open and alert as his crimson headband flapped against the back of his head. This never happened to him before, a heart filled with fear? Fear that part of it was missing.

Hoping that her feelings for him would decay soon, she let her swollen eyelids close- waiting for black to replace her blue.