Rewrite of Memories of Solar
Artificial breaths hurt my chest to do, rage boiled in my systems, but I felt frozen. Moon screams. Solar was gone, just like that, goggles the only evidence of his existence.
My existence was evidence of his too.
Ruin surveyed my unmoving state, emotions concealed behind the mask that'd always been there, I always could tell, but I never knew what was behind it.
The thread holding me back snapped, I took a step forward, Moon's crying as background noise.
My claws were digging into the metal of my palms. Taking at glance at Sun's silent crying onto the dark brown, oil stained goggles.
My steps failed at being mechanical, shaky, almost tripping, faltering.
I staggered to a stop in front of him, frame trembling with sobs
I lunged












