10-12-2018, 02:09 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]Jars laid broken, smashed with preserving fluid spread across the ground. Many of which held hearts that no longer beat a perfect tune of life anymore. Though there were two that would never be smashed and would never be broken. They did not appear to be anywhere on the floor and the room had gone quiet after the horrendous noises of shattering and breaking glass. The stale smell of blood and rotting flesh hung in the air but everything was silent. He’d left with no intention of looking back as he was afraid. The sha understood that he didn’t belong here and that much was supported by how he kept trying to conform himself to the wants of others, never being satisfied by just being himself. Who was he anyway? He felt like he was still that slave always being pulled and manipulated by the strings of others and it hurt. It drained him emotionally and he finally felt himself break. And so he left in the middle of the night after that snap surged through him. His two jars in tow in his bag and his tail tucked between his legs. A note would be too hard and he would miss them. All of them to a certain degree but he just couldn’t anymore and so he’d vanished.