"Sounds terrible, poor child, I hope one day he'll find someone who'll be different and make him happy. I almost wish I could find the child and show him not all people are bad. I know all I ever wanted back then was to be loved each persons' different though. Some want a purpose, others want love, or want to give it. Some are so hurt because they're dreams are impossible or shattered." She lifted her cullotte lightly looking at her scar.
"Yea, the child you think of is probably in the hearts of many. But, you know...the special children, the ones that just don't have a part of the child, but are the children that need people...I feel bad. Love...such a funny phrase...a curse to some, a moral sin to others, and a blessing for many. I just feel bad how it takes over our lives, instead of assisting it." Hs voice was solemn, almost sorry in a way.
This scar is what woke me up. If it wasn't for that day I wouldn't be alive, my father beated me but I kept trying to be a good daughter a lovable daughter and I'll always remember this. You can't make someone love you. And it hurt to realize that, I think this child must be terribly lonely. I know my dreams when they were shattered broke my heart. But I needed to have it broken or I would've been killed by my dreams."
"To me at least, dreams are never shattered, just distant. I think that we just don't know that we have these dreams..." he looked down, wondering about his own life. "Why can't dreams just come true...? Maybe someone or something wants us to come to it...to have reassurance...I don't know." he felt the trickling water get colder, the sun starting to hide behind the clouds. Valentine then touched his feet on the bottom of the sandy floor. "I just hope my dreams come through."
