13 December 2012
He reminded me of a shackled beast at first, the man that life dragged my way. His bloodied, raw wrists were incased in choking chains, every bit of him was beaten, bruised and bleeding. His chest was the worst, a mass of scars and burns around one point over the place where his heart used to beat. It was so caked in blood that I couldn't see the deepest, most heart-stoppingly torturous scar, embedded in his soul like it had been hammered in. His eyes, though, were untouched. A startling, beautiful silver that looked as if they could could chose the fate of anything that fell under their silent gaze. That was it about him, though. Silent. Never speaking a word as he was dragged and thrown about like a doll, never once pleading or crying out in pain. It was then that I realised that he was no chained beast. A beast would fight, would howl. He was used to the treatment, used to the suffering to the point of indifference. He was like an angel amongst the demons that held him and taken captive his heart. His silvery eyes fell upon me and I saw just a glimmer of something in them as he saw my pitying gaze. Hope.
Lex Soulsby
Love At First Sight? • Opuss № I