Here's something else I have typed up, I wrote it for a friend..

The blade rests with the hilt against his pale wrist, right under that of a scar of past trying. It was healed by that of fire. He closes his eyes, the memory as clear as before.
“ Winged brother! Why does he do this? Why does S’kye cause himself pain? “ A man says, he holds the features of a girl, yet has wings gifted to him resembling that of a phoenix’s. The man holds to his wrist, which had been recently slit. The man heals it with that of his element, fire.
“ To rid myself momentarily of that the pain in which I cannot stand, that is why I do this, Ignious. “ Replies the man being healed, S’kye. He is tall, well, taller than Ignious, and hold a pale complexion, also, a little too perfect features. Yes, he has two full sized angelic wings. Each individual feather is snow white, tipped with an icy blue. He has long, silver colored hair that falls to his mid-back, and lastly eyes that reflect ice, no feeling other than the frozen heart. One in which dulled, seeming to freeze in place, in place of pains.
“ S’kye must not do that. S’kye will get himself hurt. Ignious has had pains, yes. He has forgiven his father, why doesn’t S’kye forgive them? “ Asks the innocent younger man.
“ It’s different… They killed my wife and children… I cannot forgive them… “
“ But why can’t S’kye forgive them? S’kye has died once, why does he try to again? “
“ I can’t stand to live knowing they are dead… I was the only one to survive, them I slit my own wrist, only to end up coming back again. “
Ignious releases that of his wrist, is being healed. His arms falls to his side as he closes his eyes, a line of somewhat salted water running along his jawline.
“ Why is S’kye crying? “
“ You are so strong… I am not… They are gone… I can’t forgive those who killed him… But I don’t know who did it either… “
“ S’kye knows not the killer of his family? “
“ ..No… “
“ That is who S’kye searches for… “
His eyes remain cloased as the trail of water along his jawline becomes cold and he brushes it away with the back of his hand. “ I must leave… “
“ Where is S’kye going? “
“ ..Away… Away, not to return for a long time. “
He steps back, sheathing the bloodied blade and walks slowly away, hearing Ignious standing in silence.
The memory was clear, as clear as ever. Now it was time for him to return. He sheathes the blade and starts forward, returning.