Love was such a beautiful yet ugly thing, it can bring life to others but destroy others all the same. The Foxpond knew this, through all her life, she’s seen lovers break apart, love to kill the remaining one, to suck life away from the survivor.
Izzy was known as a spirit of love, one responsible for grating love to those deemed worthy. It’s a lie, all she’s ever done is send her dove companion to look around, have a bit of fun. Guess it’s she’s not so good at hiding after all. Looking back, she remembers two boys. They were the first to find her pond, to stay as a hiding spot. Back then, she didn̵
Self worth is a funny thing, it’s thin as glass and just as fragile. Luke had learned it in such a strange way, it had happened that one night when everything seemed to darken, the world no longer bright as he could see it. It suddenly didn’t matter that he was supposed to bring light into the darkest corners, he had no purpose in life. The world became dark, the sun no longer shining.
Flying at night had lost it’s bright spark it had before, the air wasn’t filled with life, it was brimmed with the same small voice repeating: “You can’t do anything, why bother? Useless useless useless….”