Laugh with the sinners, than cry with the saints by onigiriXS, literature
Literature
Laugh with the sinners, than cry with the saints
"But you're so beautiful."
Every man, every day. And she hates it, because it's all a lie. Their words are empty, just like her. But she smiles, and looks away. Women like her, women who seem to have it all, the truth is that they're the ones that are silently begging to disappear. Inside, she's dreadful to the eye. And no one knows it better than her. Battered, bruised pieces of shattered conscience and failings, and no amount of beauty could fix it. But she pretends. Pretending is every woman's greatest skill.
"I love you."
The three words she hates to hear. She's heard them countless times, and where has it left her? Alone. She hates it
“Malik?”
“Hmm?”
“I'm sorry.”
Malik looked over at Altair in disbelief. “For what?”
“I'm leaving.”
Malik, even more confused, placed his hand on his friend's shoulder.
“What do you mean you're leaving?”
Altair looked down in shame, liquid gold eyes darkening. “I'm leaving Masyaf. Leaving the order. I'm sorry for being selfish, I just cannot take it any longer. I...I wanted someone to know. I wanted you to know.”
Malik couldn't believe his ears. “Why Altair? You're the top of our class! You have everything every assassin wants! You cannot just run
Malik woke to the cheering of mentors and novices alike, a fitting start to his terrible morning. Malik groaned, the sunlight streaming through his window stinging his eyes.
“What time is it?...Altair?” Malik moaned groggily.
Malik looked to the side, only to find Altair’s bed empty. Utterly confused, Malik rolled out of bed. It was odd to say the least, because most days, Allah himself could not get Altair up before Malik.
Then, it finally clicked.
Today was the skills testing, and Malik was late. Horrifically late. He mentally cursed Altair for not waking him up, and scrambled to get his uniform on before dashing ou