Black Horse

"WHY THEN? WHY DID YOU KILL HER?" Wuhan looked helplessly into Xuefeng's angry eyes. He could feel the feelingless mask he had carefully built ever since he was seven slowly crumble, just as it did 8 years ago. He reached out, and when Xuefeng didn't flinch, Wuhan wrapped his arms around his prince. "I'm sorry Phoenix. I truly am."