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Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Apr 29, 2011 13:25:36 GMT -8
"Forgive me, Eden." Donnie's pupils were round orbs in his optics. His stare was still, turned toward her. He opened his mouth again, but closed it when his voice was lost in the empty expanse that opened within his soul. He'd ripped apart another family. How many was that now? He'd lost count. No. He could still remember all of them.
You can't forget anything that hurt so badly, went so deep, and changed the world forever. It's not possible to forget anybody you've destroyed. And Donnie knew that this would only add to the memories that already plagued him. Death, at one time, had been a mediocre thing to him. He'd felt no regret from killing. He'd been introduced to the concept of regret. It was killing him now.
He was on his feet, stumbling toward the Theater in the same manner of a beaten child. Head held down, optics glazed, he wanted to see his mate. His 371. He wanted to be consoled for everything that had happened. He couldn't face this as half a soul.
It would be weeks before he saw 371 again. By then, it would be too late.
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Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Apr 29, 2011 13:35:43 GMT -8
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