[littl3chocobo]

the words grew sharper and he grew angry. lies, all of it was lies. he could feel them turn on him as well. each jab, each barbed response was a knife now, and he felt blood draw as the words cut him. he knew from the intensity the other was near DARK he called DARK he did not even defend himself from the pain, his heart was set only on the other. DARK, YOU ARE PERFECT LIKE THE SUNSET, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND YOU ARE STRONG, I LOVE YOU he hoped his words could break through to the other, and as he kept going he felt the lies fall around him like paper. he was momentarily buoyed but his hopes soon dashed as he felt a change. the dream would not relent so easily he felt the other melt away