Had everyone gone off to do stuff? Marzena, Castor and Natasha had gone off to the Alliance, had Clint gone with them? He wasn’t sure. Had Eyja gone off on her own to search for her daughters? He wasn’t sure. Stark wasn’t sure of anything anymore. He was a real Brother now, but he did not feel like one. He felt like a useless kid, unable to do anything right. All he ever did was cause trouble, start fights. He never even had an actual mentor. He sucked, he sucked so much.
Stark felt hopeless and lame. He had stumbled back to the Dell to sleep there, because the Falls reminded him too much of Valentina right now. She was dead, and he had been not so nice to her the last day they spoke. It had been the same with Jeremy and Stark just felt like… this was all his fault. Everything. Just his fault.
He had hidden himself behind the small waterfall again, in that little spot that felt so comfortable. Laying on the sand bank, so he did not get wet. He just lay there, staring at the falling water. What was he supposed to do?
Jul 14, 2017 05:12 AM
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