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Cold.
It was so cold. Saps was surrounded by pale, ghostly white snow. The cold wind had no problem reaching him from his tower. He was in the tundra, on Island One.
He had been betrayed.
He had been betrayed by his friends, by people he once considered his family. He had been betrayed by the boy he had once considered his true love.
And now, he was standing on top of a tower, surrounded by nothing but unyielding and brutal cold.
Sap’s thinks he might be crying, but he doesn't really know. There's a lot of things he doesn't know nowadays.
He was sure he was quite the ugly sight.
Deep bags sinking into his skin underneath his once bright golden eyes, now dimmed down to a small flame. He took off all his armor and left in a chest, leaving him in a simple white tunic and pants. He probably looked like a ghost already.
Staring down at the very bottom of the tower, he silently mourned everything he could've had.
A happy life. A warm life. Full of love, friends, happiness, and that deep shade of violet he grew to love overtime.
Shivering, he closed his eyes and spread his wings out as wide as possible one last time, before folding this into his freezing body.
A bitter smile graced his face as he turned around, and let himself fall off the tower.
Saparata Theria was no longer the energetic boy with white skin and white hair, paired with his golden eyes and serene wings that made him look like an angel.
Saparata Theria was a boy who died with regret and bitterness deep in his heart. They had taken all the love he had to give and ripped it straight out of his heart, never to be returned.
Saparata Theria jumped off a tower in brutal cold thinking of violet eyes and warm hands and easy laughter.
Saparata Theria finally felt free