Before now, Shiori had been doing his best to hold himself together. He'd attempted to look on the bright side of all this, make the best of a bad situation and all that. Shiori had even begun to convince himself that maybe it wasn't a bad situation after all. Things seemed kind of nice around here. Everything was so pretty, reminiscent of a story. Even being a shinobi sounded like something from a story of some kind. It hadn't been all that difficult to make himself believe that things could work out.
Sure, his father had sold him-
And that was as far as optimism got him. It was all nice to say that things were going to work out, but it wasn't enough. It couldn't change how he'd ended up here. Ignoring it had been a temporary measure. He'd just wanted things to be okay. He'd wanted to forgot the truth of the matters. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't..
He missed it. Shiori hadn't ever thought he'd miss it, but he did. He even almost missed his brothers! He wanted to go home.
It was that line of thinking that led to Shiori's current state.
He had gone to the library to study, or something like that. He didn't remember anymore. The what didn't really matter, not really. It was just yet another thing to distract himself from reality. Only, it hadn't worked out as planned.
Reading, as it turned out, reminded him of his mom. As it happened, one thought led to another, and then Shiori had found himself thinking of home. Then he'd found himself sobbing in the library.
There was a book still open in front of him, abandoned as he tried to pull himself together. He just couldn't do it! Any moment, someone could notice him, and what would he do then?!
He tried to muffle his crying into his sleeves, but it only did so much.
Shiori was just curled up in a chair in the library, crying. And now that he'd started, he just couldn't stop.
Sure, his father had sold him-
And that was as far as optimism got him. It was all nice to say that things were going to work out, but it wasn't enough. It couldn't change how he'd ended up here. Ignoring it had been a temporary measure. He'd just wanted things to be okay. He'd wanted to forgot the truth of the matters. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't..
He missed it. Shiori hadn't ever thought he'd miss it, but he did. He even almost missed his brothers! He wanted to go home.
It was that line of thinking that led to Shiori's current state.
He had gone to the library to study, or something like that. He didn't remember anymore. The what didn't really matter, not really. It was just yet another thing to distract himself from reality. Only, it hadn't worked out as planned.
Reading, as it turned out, reminded him of his mom. As it happened, one thought led to another, and then Shiori had found himself thinking of home. Then he'd found himself sobbing in the library.
There was a book still open in front of him, abandoned as he tried to pull himself together. He just couldn't do it! Any moment, someone could notice him, and what would he do then?!
He tried to muffle his crying into his sleeves, but it only did so much.
Shiori was just curled up in a chair in the library, crying. And now that he'd started, he just couldn't stop.