Loving someone is never a mistake. Sadly though it may end, even your regrets are a part of you.
Can you teach the damaged?
Can you teach the damaged?
The scorching desert sun beat down upon the sand, the air little more than a haze of shimmering heat. Off in the distance, Seyton could swear he saw an oasis, but this was the third time he had witnessed such a mirage and had lost faith in his ability to see. The water in his flask was gone now after travelling for so long and he was completely lost in the swirling sands. He had turned back a few times, got turned around by mirages and was now convinced he would wander in circles until he died. Sighing, Seyton tucked himself up beside a small rock that offered no shade at all, but was at least a solid presence to remind him that he wasn't fully dead yet. Not that it truly mattered, really. Thirst was starting to control him and there was little hope that he would find a true oasis now. He gave up on walking, on trying to reach yet another mirage, and laid his head upon his paws. He was willing to accept this fate, even though it would be a long way to die. He frankly just didn't care any more. Perhaps if he knew that the mirage before him was in fact the real oasis, he would have been less pessimistic about life as a whole, but when one spends as long a time as Seyton had in cynicism, losing faith isn't very hard to do.
And without faith, there is little hope.
