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*Adam lays on Alanna's bed, in the dark, in the silence. Hands folded behind his bed, he stares at the ceiling, listening to time pass.
...it is a controllable thing, but it is never gone...
Hours flow into minutes flow into seconds, and still she's not back, and he's left alone
in the dark
with his thoughts. He likes the dark, really, he craves it. But the dark is a breeding place for those
...parts of you that you have no control over...
creatures that would devour you whole.*
...it is a controllable thing, but it is never gone...
Hours flow into minutes flow into seconds, and still she's not back, and he's left alone
in the dark
with his thoughts. He likes the dark, really, he craves it. But the dark is a breeding place for those
...parts of you that you have no control over...
creatures that would devour you whole.*
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I know.
*and yawns*
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*She squeezes his hand, sighing at the inadequacy of her words. It made sense to her. In a way. As much as the Goddess ever made sense to anyone.
I failed to live up to my oath today.
Closing her eyes, she struggles to ignore the lone tear that escapes.*
Go to sleep. Perhaps things will look better tomorrow.
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*He leans over, then, and dries off the tear with a kiss.*
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*She smiles at the kiss and turns over on her side, away from him. But she doesn't let go of his hand.*
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You going to be okay?
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No, I'm not. Nothing is okay. I've mucked everything up.
I should tell Jon. He doesn't deserve this.
Biting her lip, she nods.*
Should be. You?
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*And he shifts to get his arms around her, pulling her back and close to him.*
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Good night, Adam. I'm sorry... I wish I knew what to say.
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*He hears them nonetheless, and squeezes her.*
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