@setofheda ASKED: "You did things to survive, that’s in the past."
the past? that maybe true, but she didn’t understand that the past was haunted. like a graveyard filled by all the decisions and bodies that had to be sacrificed in order to SURVIVE. and row by row, his graves stuck up from the earth like jagged teeth in a rotted mouth. he never forgot them but that didn’t stop others from reminding him regardless ; a blood stain on his soul that he could never get rid of. no sense in begging for forgiveness, writhing in pain like a pathetic maggot in the soil, for he would gain zero empathy ; boo - hoo ! story of his life.
murphy shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes lulled casually away from the girls intense gaze, avoidance at all cost, as he rests his head against the knuckles of a closed fist.
“ is it really? sure as hell doesn’t feel like it. “
his words come out in a sort of scoff. she wouldn’t know. she’s been told grandiose tales around a camp - fire, as if their lives and the ones they’d lost had been some sort of fucked up folklore ; something to tell the kids when they get tucked in for sleep at night. as if they were gods and goddesses living in a mythical, majestic world where good and evil was as simple as black and white.