Senna
It was almost a audible crack you could hear. You could see it in his eyes, written on his face, the raw agony. Worse then any broken bone, worse then and sickness and illness. You could see the very moment when it happened and anyone who saw his face at that moment wouldn't be able to help but feel pity.
After all, the worse of all injuries is a broken heart.
It never used to be so hard.
Once, before. It'd been easy. Effortless almost, like steeping into another time was as easy as stepping out the door. It was, fun, in a way, but somehow, in ways he couldn't comprehend, the whole thing was turned upside to bash him in the head.
Fun.
He seemed so delighted to see her. Eyes alight with happiness as he grabbed her hand and said, "I can't believe you're still alive!"
It was odd, seeing someone so happy in her presence. From the earliest she could remember, she was shunned, hated, forgotten. No one really was happy to see her.