Sky and Sun

[cloudcafe]

Honestly, he felt nothing inside. His heart, the dull, soft whoosh of a moth's wing. There was no warmth in him, no fire or passion; it was all ripped out of him the day they took her away. She, whom he attached his very life and soul to. His one and only, his sky and sun. Now, there was no sun, and there was no sky to miss it.
Was he incapable of

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[cloudcafe]

Ah, you're right about that. Maybe I'll change it.

I'm doing better, but my ever-collapsing internet is testing my patience.

Thankyou~~ I did this as a quick improv challenge. T'was fun. :3