Kaelin’s Thoughts
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And what I said was true, words aren’t always the one thing that scar the heart. It’s very true that physical wounds bleed, and they leave the body quivering with pain, but they heal over time and the pain becomes only a distant memory. It’s also true that a harsh word can sear into the heart and leave an unbearable aching.

But I think the most truth is that words that aren’t spoken hurt the most. For someone to live a life that has no life is tragic. What I mean by this is someone who throughout all his or her daily travels barely even gets a nod of ‘hello’, but even that gesture is precious and beautiful, lives a seemingly endless life of hurt and suffering. There’s nothing more painful in the world than loneliness. I know this because one of the most precious people in my life suffered loneliness his entire childhood—and today when he’s given love and affection you can see in his crimson eyes that he is so overwhelmed and confused that he can do nothing but retreat and reject the love and kindness. He is someone who suffered his entire childhood—neglect from his family, hate from his peers, and worst of all a lack of communication so profound that he could only seek comfort in books—for they don’t judge. They don’t point, laugh and mock. They’re neutral—in fact, all they want in the world is to pour their knowledge into the readers mind… It saddens me greatly to see anyone in such a condition, so every lonely or sad person I see, I do my best to make them feel better---to bring a smile to their face. Even just a little “Good morning, how are you today?” is enough to show that you care. Speech is a beautiful thing that is often neglected and misused. It should be cherished and spread lovingly.

Kaelin smiled softly as he rocked in his old chair that overlooked his desk, gently setting down his quill. The desk was scattered with papers, most of them unfinished and in dire date to be completed, but the writer kept becoming distracted with his own thoughts that he just had to write down otherwise they would simply flutter around inside his head forever.

His lavender gaze slowly drifted to watch two of his children—Vyse and Scout constructing a magnificent tower of cards. Their sisters Sierra and Floursece seemed to be mocking them—and were sometimes blowing teasingly towards the cards and would receive a sharp retort of anger by the unofficial ‘twin’ brothers. Each time, Kaelin could only chuckle softly under his breath. He felt a small ache in his heart—and it was a good ache. It was an ache that made him happy to be a father, a husband and a good friend to each one of his family members. An ache that made him realize he couldn’t possibly want anything more than what he had.

The monk slowly let his chair hit the ground and absently tapped his quill against the desk. Bits of ink splattered on the paper—but he seemed not to notice. His gaze had now fallen onto his husband.

Yami was a quiet man—quite a bit older, but that didn’t make a difference. He was always hushed, reserved but warranting quite some respect. The black-haired demon was smiling softly, as he too watched the bickering children. It was something he had never experienced in his life—a happy childhood. Due to some ‘bad’ genetics, and worse luck he had been born to a Royal family that had been a ‘pureblood’ line of Elves. To the Kings horror—he had fathered a demonic child, thus realizing that he and his wife both carried the recessive gene for this ‘despicable’ race. The reality had driven Yami’s father insane, and unfortunately the insanity had wrought heartache and many horrors to Yami who was eventually exiled. The boys exile had been hard on his mother and older bother—Ankei, the heir and only other child to the King and Queen had disowned his title and left soon after Yami’s exile. The loss of both her children sent the Queens health into a spiral of misery and she soon died leaving a distraught King ruling the land. Many tragedies and wars ensued under the insane King, and Yami had marked all the deaths and suffering as his own fault. The man had never been happy, but ever since that day… Sixty-two years ago… He had smiled almost every day—at least once.

“Yami?” Kaelin called softly, and was a little surprised that his voice was choked with emotion.

Yami took a moment to register his own name, and then turned, blinking. “Yes?”

“I love you.” The blond said, smiling widely.

Yami stared for a long moment, until he smiled back—it was a pretty smile, something that shouldn’t have been hidden for so long. “I love you too, Kaelin.” He replied, slightly quizzical but overall looking rather amused.

Kaelin continued to smile, feeling the tenderness in his heart growing more fond for his family.

[Ramirez]



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