Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141221010206/@comment-5583506-20141221052247

Myling hadn't said a single word since they got back to Riften. Aldoran was starting to think that she could have gone ill or something during the travel, but he could tell that there wasn't anything physically wrong with her. But there was something on her mind that was bothering her, and he hated it that she wouldn't open herself up to him and tell him. Perhaps he could have helped?

"Do you... want to talk about something?" he asked carefully.

She sighed. "No... I am just... I am just tired, that's all."

"To be honest you look more depressed than tired."

She covered her left eye with the palm of one of her hands as if she was trying to hide her face. "Look, can we just talk about something else?"

Aldoran lowered his eyebrows. "Did that Rowan say something to you... or perhaps did something? I swear that if he did I will take my smithing hammer and..."

"You just don't get it", she said. "You will never understand."

"Then help me understand, Myling", he responded harshly as he was getting a bit irritated with her behaviour. "I want to help you, I really do, but all you do is pushing me away from you. And yet you go around here; moaning and complaining about the troubles of love and life as if you wanted attention. Well, you have it! Better make use of it before I get bored and find someone else more worthy of my aid."

Her eyes glared at him from above her scarf. "Don't you dare say those things to me", she growled. "You have... you have no idea what it is like..."

"What what is like? You are just an ordinary human being like me. There isn't anything special about you, Myling. You think you have problems? There are people out there struggling to survive with whatever little gold they can earn. There are people who commit suicide to spare themselves the sight of watching their own children starve to death. There are actually people out there who are wishing for death daily and yet you complain about some love affair that went awry some years ago? Grow the hell up!"

He didn't have the time to react before he was knocked to the ground by an aggressive punch sending him to the ground with blood coming out of his nostrils. "What the...?" he mumbled and dipped his fingers in the red liquid. "You... you hit me!"

Myling's expression had shifted into that of pure rage and sorrow. "You think you know me, Aldoran? Do you?! Do you think that you actually fucking know me?!"

He had never heard her curse before. It didn't fit her character at all. It sounded alien coming from her lips. Those pretty lips he had kissed... If only he had been able to see them underneath her scarf.

That girl sure can throw a punch...

"Well, you seem to have a pretty easy time judging people you don't have a fucking clue of who they truly are, Aldoran! Maybe you should grow up to learn that misery and pain has been around us all the time - for a pretty fucking long time, if I dare say so myself! Don't you dare say that I am ignoring the misery in this world to focus on my own pain, because that would just simply be an insult to my personality as a whole."

She turned her head away from the downed Imperial. "I cannot tell you what burdens I bear. I am not doing this because I don't think you cannot help, but because I know that you cannot help. No one can help! Rowan wanted to help, but I know that he can't as well."

She held herself back from crying out loud as a tear traced down her cheek. "Death is not the worst that can happen to a human being. It is what comes afterward one should fear..."

He couldn't help but wonder what she meant with her last statement, but didn't think too much about it before he wiped the blood off on his sleeve and stood up on unbalanced legs. "I... I didn't realise it was that bad... You are... you are right! I shouldn't have judged. I have absolutely no idea what sort of burdens you are carrying. In fact, I don't think I really know you at all..."

"You don't, lad. Be so sure of that."

Lad?

He placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. But maybe he should have turned her around and embraced her instead? Kissed her? Told her that everything was going to be alright?

"But... can you at least tell me who you are then? I... may not be able to help, but I want to understand. I want to know you, Myling. I want to understand what makes you tick. I want to know your story, the story behind this sadness of yours..."

She shook her head, wiped the tears from her eyes and continued walking. "No, you don't. Let's just find that bookholder already."

When she left the embrace of his hand he felt the emptiness and the cold blowing winds as bitter as the lash of a whip.

''Why does she have to be so difficult? I love her, but she just won't reveal herself...''