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Second part of: Even a Watcher is Being Watched

The Growing Purple Hyacinth on my heart

"The purple Haycint is a popular type of flower with the meaning of, sorrow and regret, the grief and guilty, and the seeking for forgiveness"

The cold wind of the night hit softley on the dirty blond face, it was hard to see whatever was besides his "home" or at least the place he called that even if is the least of what he see's the place as.

He was tired of lossing people, yet continued to live, ever sense the fact that he can't be seen on a pathetic light, no he just can't. The black-eyed blonde was a watcher or atleast has a thread of their power and some desires of those gods, so he has to be strong.

Just that, a strong guy who jokes around the place of death of his beloved friends and just search more friends companions, you know. He is the guy who laughs the second he sees that one of his traps worked taking at least two lives, a mad man, someone who you are supposed to be scared.

Not a man who sobs silently while trying to sleep or while watching the eternal night above his head, no he is not that sentimental. No,he just makes graves to seem nice enough

But the funerals he attends to makes no difrence to him, just like seeing how his almost-brother dies once again first, and as you may guess it, because of a request of his. Seeing how the canary has fallen alongside with the minecart the blond was supposed to use, or observing how said canary, on a panic, is searching something to save himself trying to not budge to his curse once again, but all to yet end up on the same situation as always, chained to look those who still live and exist within that plane of life. Absolutely nothing to the "Parrot" hybrid after all, he should is used to it now

That's just not how he is, he never remembers the details of any death, how could he anyway?, is not like those memories hunt him forever, not letting him sleep,Eat,Work,Exist, Live in peace..No that's not who Grian is, no it never has affect him like that, not even the death of, his, the First Bad Boy Joel.

Just noticing that the brunette has fallen on the same place the Omen of death did once, how even if he screamed his name on a, then, again failled attempt to snap out of the same overwhelming shock, and the shivers of the feeling of death around ending on it, even so after that was done with only water flowing like normally in front of him filling the silence of the Dirty blond heart once again. He just got over with it as fast as it came doing what he could to just keep on. Not letting anyone Watch how it may had affect him, just jokes around of his new alliance.

Yeah just jokes.

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Just jokes, nothing else on the Hybrid heart, no more tears or laments those had been take care of a few moments ago. Or so he wishes, he knows that he's hurt, that he is grieving and he does not can't to give up that

Grian wants to just give in to that pain, just cry and let out that wilt of his heart but he can't, he just cant be seen in that kind of emotions, and the only thing he can keep doing is live.

Live for those who cant anymore for those who he stoled the opportunity of doing so and because i cant stand being alone, he never could and never will be able to stomach once again.

He also has to live for the past he is never strong or brave enough to let go, it will be unfair to those who suffered and got no other chance.

So just he does that, he lives and fights for that life until his body gives in for necessity, just as he wants it to do, and be taken by death once again probably alone just like he is cursed to be.

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