Part 9 : Tears that Freeze

Returning is hard. But they aren't here now so it is safe. My scars have yet to heal however, and remains on my dress is the blood of my once known ally now my enemy, dead.

It is dark, raining. Cold. Although I am not crying, frozen tears remain to fall down my cheek.

The patch along my eye holds back the blood yearning to escape the now empty socket where my eye once was held. I mustn't turn back now, as there is no 'back' to turn to. 

It is sad. My limited time here and I've forgotten my own existence. I know that when I see him again, he will not forgive me. Even though I can't stop apologizing.

Apologizing for all I have done. Because, for me, I didn't deserve their help. I didn't deserve what I got.

A tombstone now lays by the stump, now growing. New plants appear from the ash. I fail to fly, knowing of my limit. Where it stands. What I must do. What I don't want to do.