Shock soon turned to anger.-But this was more than anger, something far more raw.
Something far more primal.Something far more terrifying.
I had never seen rage quite like this.
I had never seen something come within him that was this felt, this... emotive.
He was a storm, churning oceans and tearing trees from their long held roots.
Destroying houses, families... anything in his path, was left in a sorrowful wake of broken pieces.
I had struggled for a long while to find my pieces, to try to out myself back together. Every time he tore me down harder, faster and somehow always more brutal than the last until eventually... I stopped rebuilding.
Maybe it was because I had become more fragile, easier to destroy but the tearing down didn't seem to hurt as much anymore.
But not this ti
