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Oct. 9th, 2013 02:34 pm[I'm sorry.
A reunion cut off. The smell of blood in the air, staining a knife. She didn't want to do it. She really didn't. But she'd had no choice in the matter, no choice after the terrible truth of her family, her heritage, came to light. Knowing what he did, knowing what he would continue to do...
I'm sorry.
The words are caught in her throat. Everything is so surreal. She can feel his blood on her because she made her move when he embraced her. She had run away, after all, and finally come back. He wouldn't suspect her, and now she's paying for it. The tears are staining her cheeks as, slowly, what she's done sinks in.
I'm sorry.
The knife clatters to the ground as she finally registers what's going on. the words still won't escape, like something had bound them there to die in her throat no matter how much she wants to speak. She's... What can you call it at this point? She's a demon, a murder, she's done something terrible.
Just. Like. Him.]
A reunion cut off. The smell of blood in the air, staining a knife. She didn't want to do it. She really didn't. But she'd had no choice in the matter, no choice after the terrible truth of her family, her heritage, came to light. Knowing what he did, knowing what he would continue to do...
I'm sorry.
The words are caught in her throat. Everything is so surreal. She can feel his blood on her because she made her move when he embraced her. She had run away, after all, and finally come back. He wouldn't suspect her, and now she's paying for it. The tears are staining her cheeks as, slowly, what she's done sinks in.
I'm sorry.
The knife clatters to the ground as she finally registers what's going on. the words still won't escape, like something had bound them there to die in her throat no matter how much she wants to speak. She's... What can you call it at this point? She's a demon, a murder, she's done something terrible.
Just. Like. Him.]
