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09-27-2015, 08:54 PM
In your heart you know that there is nothing you can do. It is a fact that you are stubborn to give in to, pushing your magic further and harder than you had before, hoping with what little hope you have left that it is enough to save her. You push until you can push no longer, your breaths coming hard against the heaviness of the atmosphere, a strain on your draining strength. For a moment that same frail hope that you have been clinging to rises as she does, crumpling in a heap in the pit of your stomach not unlike the way she lays now, broken, before fading away to nothing, her something you dare not listen to. You know what is coming; know like the blood-stained man next to you knows, like the boy that you had met briefly, once, knows. They weep, and though you know the pain of loss, you refuse to, despite the tears that hotly line your eyes, feeling rightly out of place within their grief. Stepping backwards and away as the silver girl’s breath is taken from her, your lips find the Nightshade’s shoulder, an attempt at comfort though you know there is none to be given. The sound that follows is haunting, something that holds your heart in arrest until the howl quiets into nothing, followed by words that at first you do not understand. You look to him slowly, a glance given to the boy opposite of her before you pirouette on tiny heels, purposely avoiding your sandstone man’s gaze as you leap away, afraid that you may lose what little there is left keeping you together, afraid that you may crumble in to him, cry as you have always done before. |
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