[he'll watch her walk away, barely moving, lying there where he's fallen. nothing he could say would make this better. nothing he could do would change things.
it wasn't a physical fear that gripped him, for he knows her well enough to know that she would strike knowing he would block it. she's not the sort of person to kill him in this fashion - she'd want something much more intense. less pathetic than a man holding his breath, waiting for his fate to be decided.
the blood is long dried on his face, gone dark, by the time he puts a name to whatever she had seen. but by then, it's probably already broken into pieces, too many to be put back together. just another thing sacrificed along the way. blood wasn't enough, honesty wasn't enough. such was life, and he breathes a little easier when he's sinking into old patterns of thought as he does.
it could be fifteen minutes, it could be hours that he lays there, thinking, but when he drags himself up and goes to his room to sleep, he finds he dreams of nothing at all.]
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it wasn't a physical fear that gripped him, for he knows her well enough to know that she would strike knowing he would block it. she's not the sort of person to kill him in this fashion - she'd want something much more intense. less pathetic than a man holding his breath, waiting for his fate to be decided.
the blood is long dried on his face, gone dark, by the time he puts a name to whatever she had seen. but by then, it's probably already broken into pieces, too many to be put back together. just another thing sacrificed along the way. blood wasn't enough, honesty wasn't enough. such was life, and he breathes a little easier when he's sinking into old patterns of thought as he does.
it could be fifteen minutes, it could be hours that he lays there, thinking, but when he drags himself up and goes to his room to sleep, he finds he dreams of nothing at all.]