And who said that life is easy?

The hot golden eyes that burn in these dim rays of the departing sun, the light blurring in the lenses and the overly clear glare of the outside world. Why? Why does this cruel and soulless creature have such pure and gentle eyes? Why exactly does he have such a penetrating gaze? It's like he turns you inside out, so that the soul would be from the outside, falling in a nasty lump at your feet, collecting all the dust and dirt around, revealing his real essence. Showing myself to him. This creature. This rotten dirty creature with the cleanest and most candid eyes in the world. It was this creature that burned through. Out of the hole, that thing was trying to kill him. But these golden lakes were drowned in an unpleasant warmth, responding with a sharp pain in the core. Lulling the titan's already shaky nature. Taking the mind in an unusual direction, drawing the wrong images. Why does he want to be with him? Only with him. Without everyone around. Just the two of them. Nearby, on the edge of some cliff, looking at the white-hot sun rising from behind the black horizon. Listening to his tight breathing, interrupted by a muffled cough. He wants to look at this burnt face, how the hot rays of the rising sun glide over it, how his thin lips, in the sweet color of his skin, slowly spread into a gentle smile, to clarify in different ways with a wave of caustic pleasure. Look only at him. Only next to him and no one else. Why is this soulless creature tearing at his burning core so quickly and mercilessly? Why are they trying to kill each other? He sees through him, knows every step, every subsequent action. So why doesn't he see his suffering? Or is he mocking him? He's definitely being bullied. Torments and drowns the mind in endless torments and tantrums. Driving him into a frenzy. Tearing out the last pinching sounds of feelings from his hoarse speakers. Leaving behind an empty spot, spreading a burning pain through the system, giving off a quiet squeak in the process, cutting thin and sensitive hearing. Why? The feeling of love, society presents as something intimate and harmonious. Like a tart wedge syrup with a spoonful of sugar hung in it, giving off small tingles in the stomach and a pleasantly blazing heart. And life gives him a bloody pain, tearing his consciousness in half, giving a bell ringing through the system, painfully tearing out a sensitive heart from a titanium chest. Continuing to violently crush the sensitive organ, yielding to additional pain in the mind. Why is everything like this? All of this? Is it bad? All his feelings and thirst for them? Doesn't he have a chance at this very happiness? A burning feeling of love? Which does not tear him in half, but gives him blissful peace. Allowing you to feel warm and cozy. Feeling that he is near. That he loves him, that he would do anything for him. Just like Mount Titan. But no. He feels nothing but formless hatred and sincere anger towards his person. He doesn't even see him as a worthy opponent, or at least a personality. He looks at it as a piece of advanced and overcooked scrap metal. No more. Why... Why does it hurt so much? All that. Not really. Is life really not ready to present something good to its creatures? Something real! Not described in thin letters in old books. Not extolling everything in criticality. Something that would not only be beautifully described in words, but really was. But life is not going to change its critical and stubborn reality. Forcing all creatures to bear the burden of pain and suffering. Leaving behind bloody footprints in history. Why? Can't he be happy? To be with him... Nearby. And not on the sidelines of reality in the fragments of your own soul. Into his hot eyes. He sees too much. But there were no emotions and feelings desired by them. It won't be like that...