marcii

It was just the way he was made.

He stood taller, and straighter, and broader, and infinitely more human than anything else Marcii could possibly imagine.

If this was what it meant to be human, for now she saw more clearly than she ever had done, she didn__ want to be.

She has no interest in human quarrels, for they are often petty and always pointless.

Just because he was not a monster did not mean he wouldn__ be treated as one.

He was like nothing she__ ever known.Marcii hoped she would come to know him, for he was all she could ever have asked for and more.

Love is the only emotion so unexplainable and unique, that not even the greatest of writers could hope to contain it within their meagre words.

And yet the night was still fresh: young as new dawn.There was still time for worlds to change, if that was to be their fate.

Death, child. It__ beckoning us both, my brother and I.

Cruelty had been his weapon. But such a tool is dangerous and can spread further than you intend.

The decision of their fates lay elsewhere, and the thought of that alone was utterly terrifying.

And so life went on, as it always will.It had taken an awful lot to get there, for no victory comes without hardship and sacrifice.But then, those whom we hold so dear, that we fight so hard to protect, and suffer so greatly for, are always worth it in the end.

It is a very difficult thing, to love another.To some it comes easily, naturally even. Whilst for others, the road to such things is long and arduous and fraught with danger.

It is often said that things must get worse before they can get better, and there is truth in that.

Better he think me rude than not think at all.

Regardless of my age, such a trivial thing isn__ important, it was upon that decision which my life hung.

I awoke with an insatiable desire to end my life.

Our pasts haunt us all.I regaled my beautiful audience of one with the tale of my life, not so much for entertainment, but for bold, barefaced, honest truth.