He wears his pride as a cloak, not once has he ever laid it down because he knows that once he does he’s lost. His cloak covers every weakness anyone has ever found in him. He protects them with his life because if anyone caught a glimpse of what’s underneath they could tear him to pieces. He can’t let anyone in, and never will you seem him without his cloak. His cloak; His only sense of himself and the only piece of hope he has left.
No time for false friends; the time for truth has come. Her head falls back and she starts to dream, she’s been here before. This place where all of her fears grew, where she finally learned who she was. But if she could escape from it all now she’d never turn back, not one glance in that direction because she’s strong enough to make it on her own. She’s dropped his crutch and stumbled out into the world.
Let the rain fall, the steady tap-tapping as each drop hits the floor. And with every drop he can feel himself fade, his shadow is taking over and he’s giving up the fight. The wave of darkness hit him hard, his breath shortens with every touch, and now he know’s that he’s all but gone.
His heart beats faster, a silent bomb. The words roll off her tongue. There’s not much he can say. He’s quite vulnerable in this state. She’s recited these words a million times, she knew exactly what to say. But now she’s lost in every moment ever spent. She can’t help but trip over her own two feet, and know that he won’t be there to catch her; She’ll finally hit the floor.
