He stands, a solitary Titan, on the precipice that is his life prepared to fight once more to survive. Scabbard drawn he steels himself for the worst, for life has not been kind. Enemies, from without and within, have pushed him to his breaking point, questioning all that he has held as truth. Heartache and loneliness have been all too familiar companions leaving little to fill the void within him.
Beneath his titanium plating beats a heart too wounded, too haunted by ghosts both of things done to and by him. Cruel actions he would like to take back, words said in harshness he would love to call home. To live with it all rekindled is too much to bear so he buries the phantoms within himself. Packed away they can't trigger the nightmares they threaten, but in the packing, has too much of his humanity been locked away as well? Has too much of his heart been bisected that true love cannot heal it?
He lives in darkness, wearing it as both a cloak and a shield because the light is too bright. There are no shadows to hide behind in the light of day, no places in which he can become lost. In the golden glint of the sun he stands vulnerable, all of who he was, is and will be bend and mold under the rays of light. They shift and bend revealing too many unknown possibilities until he shrinks back, waiting for the light to fade when he can breathe again.
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