his body, bruised and beaten cant carry him anymore
his mind, just as whipped, cant keep him moving, so tired from keeping him up by sheer force of will
he finally just lets it go, dropping to his knees, to tired to hold his head upright
he breathes in, trying to clear his head, to focus on something else
his eyes open, seeing nothing anymore, blinded from watching the glow fade away into the darkness
dizzy, he tries to shake his head, but he cant hold it up any longer, and the ground that he swore he would never hit again rushes up to meet him, embraces him
there are no tears left in him, and yet his body tries anyway, wracking the
pitiful creature with painful sobs
sadness is only a shadow of what he feels, the word unable to describe the pain
there is no comfort left to him, knowing that he was warned by others that this would happen, warned by all others, except for one, the one he trusted
and the saddest thing of all
he has no regrets and would do it all again
if he could just get the fuck up