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His eyes were so pained that they tore at my heart to see them. I kneeled in front of him, his body a small heap upon the floor. My tongue weighed like heavy lead with unsuriety of what to say to comfort him. Such a beautiful face should never be twisted into such an agonizing picture. On pure instince I wrapped my arms around his trembling form, his head craddled in my neck. He immeadiatly crushed himself against me, his hands clenching at my back as he sobbed into my shoulder; like a child mortified of a storm the sobs wracked his body uncereomoniously and his tears began to soak through my shirt.

I don't know how long we had been on the plush, red floor, but the bright light of the morning dimmed away to dusk and than shaded into night and the warm hum of the tree's night's lullabye began. Somehow within that time I had manuvered my self to lean against a pillar with Zy's head lying in my lap. His arms were locked around my waist and the length of his body stretched out along my side. He had long before fallen alseep and I could see the crystalized tears on his eyelashes. Absentmindly, I ran my fingers through his lush, dark hair, not having the heart to wake him.

The entire hall was swallowed in shadow except for the few splotches on the floor from the high windows letting in the moonlight. I welcomed the complete silence that overtook the room and relaxed against the stone pillar; Zy's steady breathing at my side. It was so calm...so quiet. There was nothing in the blankness of the hall and the silence made time freeze. The nothingness that filled the room was the best part. There was no hatred, or envy; there was no weariness or anger.

I smiled, faintly feeling Zy shift in his sleep on my lap. Starring at him, I pushed the stray hairs from his face and I noticed there was no worry lines, or smiling crinkles; he was completely tranquil. Here, in this moment, there was no saddness; nothing to take more from him. And for that second I reveled in the mock heaven.

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His eyes were so pained that they tore at my heart to see them. I kneeled in front of him, his body a small heap upon the floor. My tongue weighed like heavy lead with unsuriety of what to say to comfort him. Such a beautiful face should never be twisted into such an agonizing picture. On pure instince I wrapped my arms around his trembling form, his head craddled in my neck. He immeadiatly crushed himself against me, his hands clenching at my back as he sobbed into my shoulder; like a child mortified of a storm the sobs wracked his body uncereomoniously and his tears began to soak through my shirt.

I don't know how long we had been on the plush, red floor, but the bright light of the morning dimmed away to dusk and than shaded into night and the warm hum of the tree's night's lullabye began. Somehow within that time I had manuvered my self to lean against a pillar with Zy's head lying in my lap. His arms were locked around my waist and the length of his body stretched out along my side. He had long before fallen alseep and I could see the crystalized tears on his eyelashes. Absentmindly, I ran my fingers through his lush, dark hair, not having the heart to wake him.

The entire hall was swallowed in shadow except for the few splotches on the floor from the high windows letting in the moonlight. I welcomed the complete silence that overtook the room and relaxed against the stone pillar; Zy's steady breathing at my side. It was so calm...so quiet. There was nothing in the blankness of the hall and the silence made time freeze. The nothingness that filled the room was the best part. There was no hatred, or envy; there was no weariness or anger.

I smiled, faintly feeling Zy shift in his sleep on my lap. Starring at him, I pushed the stray hairs from his face and I noticed there was no worry lines, or smiling crinkles; he was completely tranquil. Here, in this moment, there was no saddness; nothing to take more from him. And for that second I reveled in the mock heaven.