There was a moment when the emotional pain was so real that it became physical, he couldn’t bear it anymore.
He didn’t want to die, but needed it to be over, it was consuming him inside, in a moment of despair he decided to find Love, indignant of what it made to him.
When he found it, Love said that it couldn’t do anything, it couldn’t take this pain out of him, that one day he would love again e would see life in a different way.
He began to shiver, it was desperate to think that he could be hurt again by Love, after this was done, he would never suffer again in that way, he would never feel that again.
In a moment of fury and savagery he took his sword and he threw himself against Love, he threw blows with his sword until there was nothing left, now remains only the marks of what he was done in that place.
For a brief moment there was a flash and Love disintegrated, remaining only little points of light in front your tree, like a memory, in the same time he felt something flee from your being, like a part of himself had been taken abruptly from his soul.
Your legs was shaking in terror of it all, he sit down in a rock and he fixed his eyes in the blooded sword, perplexed, static, he was still in pain, he didn’t understand the reason, his pain hadn’t fade away, nothing was erased.
It didn’t took so long for him to understand that wasn’t Love that made him suffer, but now he would live the rest of his days knowing he extinguished the only emotion that would made him happy again
He could never love himself.