His head sinks to his hands, and he holds himself without the tenderness he so wishes he could have from others. Tenderness he would never dare ask for, tenderness he knew he didn't deserve. For God so loved the world, he gave his only begotten son... The thought trails off in bitterness and acidic memory. Arrogant, perhaps, to compare himself to the divine, but he can't help it. How sharper than a serpent's tooth is an ungrateful child. His voice breaks, cracks across two syllables. The... read more
