He feels utterly lost.
Disconnected.
So tired that when he bends his joints, he thinks he can hear them ache.
An old creaky house, that's what Thorn is. One that unruly teenagers find and trample through with all of their angst and love. A house, yes. A house. Dilapidated, groaning, full of faded memories and torn photographs. A family used to live there, vibrant and gleaming - hopeful. They might have made him smile, once; but now they are no more than ghosts left to slam doors in trespasser's face.
Thorn has slammed plenty of doors, now. Right in his loved one's face. He knows he'll never return to the boy that found joy in a willow tree's branches against his face. He knows this little house that sits on a hill in his heart will never be home again.
So he wanders. And wanders. And wanders until his head spins and his chest aches with the hurts of too many passersby. Truthfully, he doesn't know where he is anymore. He just knows it's cold and - it's night and - he's alone. The moon reflects bright silver and full of life in his eyes, just enough that those that don't look close won't be able to tell he is nothing more than a shell.
A host for the pain of others.
Disconnected.
So tired that when he bends his joints, he thinks he can hear them ache.
An old creaky house, that's what Thorn is. One that unruly teenagers find and trample through with all of their angst and love. A house, yes. A house. Dilapidated, groaning, full of faded memories and torn photographs. A family used to live there, vibrant and gleaming - hopeful. They might have made him smile, once; but now they are no more than ghosts left to slam doors in trespasser's face.
Thorn has slammed plenty of doors, now. Right in his loved one's face. He knows he'll never return to the boy that found joy in a willow tree's branches against his face. He knows this little house that sits on a hill in his heart will never be home again.
So he wanders. And wanders. And wanders until his head spins and his chest aches with the hurts of too many passersby. Truthfully, he doesn't know where he is anymore. He just knows it's cold and - it's night and - he's alone. The moon reflects bright silver and full of life in his eyes, just enough that those that don't look close won't be able to tell he is nothing more than a shell.
A host for the pain of others.
