I FOUND ROSES SET ON FIRE — open, grieving

[madster]

why did nobody else care?

why did nobody care that nayru was gone?

malphas remembered the first time he visited her. he had gotten terribly sick from eating rotten meat, and nayru politely informed him he probably had parasites. the memory was stupid, and when he thought of it he usually grinned, laughing at himself for being so dumb and nayru for being so smart. this time, though, when he thought of it an emptiness spread through him like a malignant tumor. she was gone.

she had inspired him to be a medic, of course. she was always wise, but malphas knew there was something troubling her constantly. he hadn't seen her smile in a while, and he could never tell her to cheer up now. she was gone. malphas didn't want to deal with his thoughts and he went to the junkyard, back to that glittering shard of glass and held it up. it was so sharp- if he slit his neck, he could join her. he could stop living, finally. the burden of being alive was too much and he pressed the glass into his trembling throat, but nothing happened.

he was scared to die.

he dropped the glass and begun to cry. he was pitifully alone, without his mentor and savior. nayru believed in him. nayru was there for him. malphas was sobbing now, digging the glass into his paw, making blood spill from in between his cracked paw pads. it hurt, and he didn't know why he was doing it. if nayru were here, she'd stop him and comfort him, and tell him what he needed to hear.

now she was gone. malphas could never tell her that he loved her.