“Standing at the base of the fallen and corrupted pillars the lands can be seen in their entirety, an approaching amasses of warriors charged forwards the fallen pillars. Stood alone, the warrior prepared for the fight ahead.
In my self-imposed solitude for the day I found myself devouring books and gaining more understanding of the smaller nuances of the human mind, As the day passes I hear from new found friends their company was appreciated but the news that they brought with them left me with a growing feeling of isolation and I was soon going to have to fight an uphill battle to absolve the villainous status I seemed to have acquired.
The news my friends came baring was of talk at my place of work, it seemed that the wheels of fate began to turn, spinning an even more tangled web of half-truth’s. It transpired that “Kain” had been asked by fellow friends on what had happened, the details seemed broken and incomplete but allowed me a glimpse onto the severity of climb I was going to have to make against the acquisitions that were laid at my feet.
There are people who know my tale and knew the messages I had been sent over the past months and the feelings I had, it would seem I might need the entire collection of these if stood any chance of fighting off the impending onslaught I faced.
The realisation that someone you loved so much and would have sacrificed anything for did nothing to defend you a few days prior when the chance was presented it a truly devastating feeling, it was as if my heart had been ripped from my chest and now an empty stillness inhabited the place where my once beating heart resided.
When “April” was confronted by her father why did she not tell him of all the things she had told me? All the fear she had, the loss of confidence and the so called mess she was in? “April” was either that scared of “Jay” or she truly had no feeling for me and the words were fallacies. Either way everything was shrouded in confusion and the task of trying to distinguish fact from fiction was incredible. Funny thing was I still cared for her and the image of her distressed she look that Sunday night was being brought to the forefront of my mind with surprising frequency along with how she ran after “Jay” scratching at his heels seeking forgiveness and redemption, something was not right and since I had nothing to lose I may as well prepare for the oncoming barrage of question.
Residing where my heart used to beat with such passion the harrowing emptiness that replaced it was still riddled with feelings for “April” looking at her that day she was not the girl I fell in love with the girl I saw before me that day was a shadow with her burning fire almost extinguished, the sight of this made my soul ache, all people in their right minds who I have spoken to has said walk away and start again, run away from all the darkness that had infested my life.
Try as I might to disconnect I still cared for her and was worried. The saddest thing is what we could have had will never be. I also began to wonder if what “April” said about her family, friends and her mother sharing my concern was true or not?