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song_tra_bong) wrote2006-04-27 01:32 am
song_tra_bong) wrote2006-04-27 01:32 am
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things fall apart
[ooc: just after this]
The door clicks shut behind her and the sound is like permission.
She screams.
this is what you are worth he doesn't need you never needed you you let him hurt you and for what for WHAT he doesn't need you he has his sister you let him hurt you you promised you gave him your word no more LIES and what the hell was that if not a lie biggest fucking lie of all you promised him you promised him let him hurt you look what you gave up you lost good trust good people over him they were right they were all right should have known there was another shoe to drop ruined ruin ruiner remember what he said you only get to be happy if nothing changed and you went with him and everything changed your fault his fault her fault no one's fault twist of fate is a lie you tell yourself to sleep at night you promised him you promised him and what does that mean anymore he doesn't needwant you never did never but
I
love
him.
And
he
doesn't
love
you.
There is an imperceptible and catastrophic snap.
She stands there in front of the bunker, very still--moreso than any (sane) human being has a right to be. She watches the light change as it filters through the trees. An hour passes. Maybe two.
Finally, she turns and stares at the door. She feels vaguely in pain, yet clean and closed over, like a cauterized wound.
It will all be well.
It has to be.
She opens the door.
The door clicks shut behind her and the sound is like permission.
She screams.
this is what you are worth he doesn't need you never needed you you let him hurt you and for what for WHAT he doesn't need you he has his sister you let him hurt you you promised you gave him your word no more LIES and what the hell was that if not a lie biggest fucking lie of all you promised him you promised him let him hurt you look what you gave up you lost good trust good people over him they were right they were all right should have known there was another shoe to drop ruined ruin ruiner remember what he said you only get to be happy if nothing changed and you went with him and everything changed your fault his fault her fault no one's fault twist of fate is a lie you tell yourself to sleep at night you promised him you promised him and what does that mean anymore he doesn't needwant you never did never but
I
love
him.
And
he
doesn't
love
you.
There is an imperceptible and catastrophic snap.
She stands there in front of the bunker, very still--moreso than any (sane) human being has a right to be. She watches the light change as it filters through the trees. An hour passes. Maybe two.
Finally, she turns and stares at the door. She feels vaguely in pain, yet clean and closed over, like a cauterized wound.
It will all be well.
It has to be.
She opens the door.