loveless

A mysterious man walked aimlessly through the steep path. His large figure and the vibrant colours of red intertwined with black contrasted with the forest. Lifeforms surrounding him communicated with no disturbance, as if the man himself wasn't classed as a creature of the world. Frogs creaked and groaned.

The small rocks nipped and scratched at his bare feet, but he showed no signs of anguish or discomfort. In fact the man had the face of a war time soldier who had seen many horrors. His face etched with sharp intricate scars, many would have believed he was a swordsman but looks deceived. Each scar, large or small, held a significant story.

He walked in a staggering mess. Destructive and carefree. The steep pathway began to level out into a vast flat land. The earthy smell of soil and grass entered the stranger's nose. It would be the last thing he'll smell.

As he walked onto the vast plane, parts of his body began to weaken. His body thining each step he took until his robe fell off his shoulder and hung around his waist only held by the belt. His exposed body, which was muscular and meaty, was lean and thin.

Despite all of this the stranger kept walking. His walking style did not change. He still walked like a drunken coward whose wife had just divorced him. Until he was in the middle of the plane.

The man stopped abruptly.

His breath still.

"He was right…" he voice was quiet and low. A single drop of water fell to his feet.

"Nagia…" he mumbled. "Forgive me, my dear."

A life was taken that day.

His body laid slump on the cobblestone plain. Above in the sky the clouds cleared up, the moon showed pity and sadness. It was shining beautifully. Its pointed waning crescent imitating the sharp blade that the strange man had used to kill himself with.