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song_tra_bong) wrote2006-06-13 09:51 pm
song_tra_bong) wrote2006-06-13 09:51 pm
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Room M16 is oddly quiet.
Just a faint click
click
click coming from the bathroom.
From the shower stall. It was the smallest place she could find with a door that shut all the way.
She's sitting on the floor of the shower, knees tucked to her chest and pistol in hand, flicking the saftey on and off. She's got no plans to be dramatic and blow her brains all over the wall in desperation--the weight of the gun is just...comforting.
She's not looking for visitors tonight, though had she been thinking more clearly she would have remembered to lock her door.
Just a faint click
click
click coming from the bathroom.
From the shower stall. It was the smallest place she could find with a door that shut all the way.
She's sitting on the floor of the shower, knees tucked to her chest and pistol in hand, flicking the saftey on and off. She's got no plans to be dramatic and blow her brains all over the wall in desperation--the weight of the gun is just...comforting.
She's not looking for visitors tonight, though had she been thinking more clearly she would have remembered to lock her door.
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She closes her eyes.
"Thank you...Good night."
It doesn't take long for her breathing to even out and then she's fast asleep.
Not what you wanted but what you have. Reconcile.
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Coira had settled on him, too. He hadn't been the love of her life, even if she had never treated him badly.
But no one can truly love Ruin.
And Ruin can't truly love anyone...
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reconcile
Close, but not the same.
She has no intention of settling. But to come to terms...
Maybe love's not what either of them need.