You really do know how to explain a backstory in the space of a few sentences. Yay:tehe:
She couldn’t go home, as that was what she was walking away from.
No more shouting. No more. Enough. Enough. Enough. Enough.
Last night, she’d caught a glimpse of what life could be like. Happy.
^Before that last sentence, you'd think she was just running away from her life in general, but it's that last part which makes you think that she's not so much escaping from something, but to something--to the one thing that made her remember that life could be good. It's interesting how you almost depicted the after-effect of the happiness, how it made her feel worse because she remembered what her life like, bar the euphoria of the one light of happiness. Like as soon as you walk out of a warm room, you instantly feel the cold outside, and you feel worse for it. So it's almost like an 'all or nothing' situation.
Her eyes shot up for a split second, why, she didn’t know, they just did. They immediately met the embodiment of her life. ^Awesomely put. 'The embodiment of her life'...was just...-unintelligible adjective of amazingness- It puts him in the light of her being, her reason for continuing, not just the person she looked up to, but the person she followed, the person she adored, the person she perhaps even valued above her own being.
But then it's all dark again! Just when you think it's all going to be hunky-dory and happy, she gets to see her embodiments own humanity.
She saw that he couldn’t care less about what he did, about anything.
His passion had left. His life had been sucked out of him. They took it all, claiming it for their own. They used his life to rebuild their own.
He couldn’t care less about the lies.
It's like he sacrificed himself for all the people like her out there who needed to be fixed, but paid no attention to his own self. And so he let himself degrade into nothing more than a shell of indifference and void.
It tore her heart apart to see how her saviour just swallowed every single lie they told. He took them, buried them inside, left them there, to rot. But the deterioration had spread through his entire being.
This must be so hard, for her point of view, if nothing else, to see the man she's believed in so much get destroyed by his own decision to try and help others, and no matter what he did, there were still more people to pick up, more to piece together, more of all that was him that needed to be sacrificed, just to get lies, distrust and lost faith in return. It's the worst thing, to see the one who taught never to give up, just to give it up completely.
She took his hand, ignoring the fact he flinched at the loving gesture. He had the right to know he wasn’t alone. Because he wasn’t. He couldn’t just give up on everything. She wouldn’t let him. He had done too much to just give up and walk away.
It's so weird, picturing him as someone who was almost incapable of human emotion now, finding even someone's touch almost alien. Does wonders in showing what his fans have done to him though. But nevertheless...creepy. But her own faith, her own determination makes it such an awesome contrast, as if their roles had switched completely.
But he was done. More than ever.
And he gave a lot but it wasn't enough.
They forced him to give more. They tapped his everything, wanting, needing more. But he had nothing left. Less than ever.
Your style never ceases to amaze me. The way you flick from the slimmer-of-hope mission of the girl, to the utterly-fan-inflicted destruction that her hero had suffered. And how even though some of his fans didn't believe in him, they still were affected when he changed, they still followed him into the levels of indifference. but even then, they still see it fit to spread the lies, to break him just that little bit more, all to expect him just to brush it off like it never happened, to prove them wrong. And like you said, even she would never have seen him give in like he had done.
ANd then it's just all...awwh, at the end, because all it took from her was a smile to make him feel better, to make him feel believed in just a little bit.
“I love you,” he whispered.
And in the end, that's all he'd ever wanted. The saviour becomes the saved.
Vaguely-unrelated note? Never ever apologise for telling me when you have new ktf up, okay? I will always always always want to read it. Always. :cute:
You really do know how to explain a backstory in the space of a few sentences. Yay:tehe:
She couldn’t go home, as that was what she was walking away from.
No more shouting. No more.
Enough. Enough. Enough. Enough.
Last night, she’d caught a glimpse of what life could be like.
Happy.
^Before that last sentence, you'd think she was just running away from her life in general, but it's that last part which makes you think that she's not so much escaping from something, but to something--to the one thing that made her remember that life could be good. It's interesting how you almost depicted the after-effect of the happiness, how it made her feel worse because she remembered what her life like, bar the euphoria of the one light of happiness. Like as soon as you walk out of a warm room, you instantly feel the cold outside, and you feel worse for it. So it's almost like an 'all or nothing' situation.
Her eyes shot up for a split second, why, she didn’t know, they just did. They immediately met the embodiment of her life.
^Awesomely put. 'The embodiment of her life'...was just...-unintelligible adjective of amazingness-
It puts him in the light of her being, her reason for continuing, not just the person she looked up to, but the person she followed, the person she adored, the person she perhaps even valued above her own being.
But then it's all dark again! Just when you think it's all going to be hunky-dory and happy, she gets to see her embodiments own humanity.
She saw that he couldn’t care less about what he did, about anything.
His passion had left. His life had been sucked out of him. They took it all, claiming it for their own. They used his life to rebuild their own.
He couldn’t care less about the lies.
It's like he sacrificed himself for all the people like her out there who needed to be fixed, but paid no attention to his own self. And so he let himself degrade into nothing more than a shell of indifference and void.
It tore her heart apart to see how her saviour just swallowed every single lie they told. He took them, buried them inside, left them there, to rot. But the deterioration had spread through his entire being.
This must be so hard, for her point of view, if nothing else, to see the man she's believed in so much get destroyed by his own decision to try and help others, and no matter what he did, there were still more people to pick up, more to piece together, more of all that was him that needed to be sacrificed, just to get lies, distrust and lost faith in return. It's the worst thing, to see the one who taught never to give up, just to give it up completely.
She took his hand, ignoring the fact he flinched at the loving gesture.
He had the right to know he wasn’t alone. Because he wasn’t.
He couldn’t just give up on everything. She wouldn’t let him.
He had done too much to just give up and walk away.
It's so weird, picturing him as someone who was almost incapable of human emotion now, finding even someone's touch almost alien. Does wonders in showing what his fans have done to him though. But nevertheless...creepy. But her own faith, her own determination makes it such an awesome contrast, as if their roles had switched completely.
But he was done. More than ever.
And he gave a lot but it wasn't enough.
They forced him to give more. They tapped his everything, wanting, needing more.
But he had nothing left. Less than ever.
Your style never ceases to amaze me. The way you flick from the slimmer-of-hope mission of the girl, to the utterly-fan-inflicted destruction that her hero had suffered. And how even though some of his fans didn't believe in him, they still were affected when he changed, they still followed him into the levels of indifference. but even then, they still see it fit to spread the lies, to break him just that little bit more, all to expect him just to brush it off like it never happened, to prove them wrong. And like you said, even she would never have seen him give in like he had done.
ANd then it's just all...awwh, at the end, because all it took from her was a smile to make him feel better, to make him feel believed in just a little bit.
“I love you,” he whispered.
And in the end, that's all he'd ever wanted. The saviour becomes the saved.
Vaguely-unrelated note? Never ever apologise for telling me when you have new ktf up, okay? I will always always always want to read it. Always. :cute: