As the car moved gently across the road I stared at the outside night world, and thought of the silence that came with it. “I just don’t get it” he argued to me while we were in the car. – “What?” I responded, turning around to see him. – “The way you are acting. You are so relaxed and calm it makes me sad and uneasy.” he told me looking concerned. It is not the first time he had looked like that, but it was the first time he did so intensely. I grabbed his hand gently and squeezed it just a little. – “What would be the logic and purpose of fighting over the main cause I was surely created?” I responded calmed and serene while feeling dizzy.
My darling, my beast. He growls and beats the chains that he is forever enslaved too. He can feel the rage over his vains and his misanthrope gaining strength.
No one wants to be close when he transforms, fearing his glare, rage and power.
She listened to his growls and howls from the distance and his raging screams makes her heart vibrate with ease. While feeling scared and not very useful she began trying to communicate with his heart.
Cause even in full darkness and madness she would still feel his weak and pleading soul asking for help.