CHAPTER EIGHT

Jake 

It is his tears that keep his soul alive in the furnace of this pain. They cannot extinguish what has been, yet only carry him forward until a time comes when that searing pain is distant enough to forget more than remember, and maybe one day erase itself from his brain. So perhaps it may be an oddity to thank his tears and be proud to cry, yet if that's what saves him from becoming a monster, a person indifferent to suffering and sorrow, then crying is the smartest thing he could do.

They say sadness is behind anger, yet anger never comes unless in direct self defence, and so perhaps he could credit this natural passivity with his willingness to cry and feel pain, to let the sorrow teach him more about his true nature.

With pain, he got up from the floor and staggered. In his eyes there were unshed tears,tears that he felt would never come to an end. His tears fell from his face as crystals, shining more than