What had he done? /What/ had he done? He stared down at the limp pale body underneath him. The unforgiving cold bore into his cheeks and ears. It was painful and the pain grew the more he stared down at his crime. What had he done? Tears poured down his face shamelessly for there were none present to see them. #aalexeev
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29 Dec, 2012, 6:36 am
"Please." he murmured as he embraced the pony. God, why wouldn't it hug back? It felt so good though, his face being warmed against this pony's face. He didn't care if others called him mad ; he had lost the will to care. "Please..." he said trying to fight back the lump in his throat, "forgive me..." his hurt even more with the tears and the cold. The relentless cold.
29 Dec, 2012, 6:43 am
He would have to bury it, then report back. He struggled to take in a deep breath as he laid down on the pony's grave. The pain went away when cold numbed his senses. Now, all he could feel was rage. Rage against his cowardice. Rage against his ignorance. Rage against his boldness. With his rage, he cried. And cried. And cried until he couldn't feel rage.
29 Dec, 2012, 6:45 am
Ehh... a short blurb of writing. Where Alexeev lost his 'innocence' I guess..
30 Dec, 2012, 7:21 pm
Thi is very sad...........
31 Dec, 2012, 2:12 am
Aww :(
02 Jan, 2013, 4:46 am
:'( Awww poor Alevv