The world sees us as different. Not just different but too similar to ever be together. It’s funny really. How they think of it as a bad thing when really it is what helps me to understand you.
Marik, you beautiful idiot. How can they be so blind? To not see that we were meant to be together. Sure, you are still learning and struggling with this feeling but isn’t it worth it? Isn’t the pain of love worth having?
Everytime I look at you I see myself when I was but a boy. All that hatred and fear. Hate for the world shaping you up to be a monster and fear because it is too blind to see to potential of good buried within you and rather watch you burn.
It’s so strange how they have come to adore me. All those years of hatred and fighting only for them to show mercy when another tells them of how I came to be… And how they will not hear your story. These wicked beasts wanting nothing more than to hate you and watch you suffer. They care not that all you were ever shown till now was violence. Your entire existence is interwoven in it and soaked in blood till I found you and saw what they could not.
I see your rage rising up and protecting your heart that is falling apart with every ill spoken word about you. I see the dim light just flickering within and so desperately trying to keep from going out. I know this wretched loneliness that that consumes you and I am not going to let it win.
I got my second chance after a lifetime of waiting and I’ll be damned before I allow them to end you before you can start your’s…
I am Terra 