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Octavian
 
The sky was covered in clouds so grey and green they almost looked like bruises, like they were hurting as much as Octavian was. There was solace in that thought. Like something could be hurting as much as he was, wether it be physically or mentally. Octavian was both. You never realized how painful loneliness was until you were completely and utterly alone. A silence stretched over you so thick you could cut it with a knife and take a bite, there was no one to care for and no one to worry for you. It was when you were that lonely you realized no one cared about you anymore. No one remembered you either. A sheet of rain so gentle you could hardly feel it coated everything in crystal droplets, an earthy smell arouse and made everything smell fresh and new. Like a new beginning. 

A sweet breeze licked the white curls of Octavian's mane and twirled them ever so gently as he walked, dew covered grass gave from the earth and stuck to the stallion's slick hooves as he walked among the trees. Everything was silent and Octavian didn't even notice it because he was accustomed to it like a second skin. Sudden sounds made him flinch like a sudden clap of thunder or a slap to the face. 

Like a sloth Octavian had been moving painfully slow among the trees but now he slowed to a stop. At his hooves was a puddle as clear as crystal, an orange leaf floating idly in it, and looking in this puddle Octavian saw a ghost. The stallion was tired and worn out from walking. That was all he did these days without a purpose, walk, and it had sanded him down into a frail creature. Going at a trot exhausted Octavian quickly and made him light headed. Octavian would die soon if he kept this up and he knew it...the funny thing was that he still didn't do anything about it. Closing emerald eyes the stallion raised his head and inhaled the sweet air. If he died like this that would be just fine, he thought.
      
 Sometimes there's beauty in the tough words- it's all in how you read them 
 Notes: Please welcome my gentle bean! Sorry my post sucks and it's so short, im still getting used to him! <3










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