Alice
Sikla
Emmissary of Koran
~Mourning the death of her adopted son
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Post by Alice on Nov 26, 2007 17:43:42 GMT -5
A l i c e
I looked away, not wanting to look into his eyes. He was right; I didn't know what it was like, what he was going through, and I never would. I wouldn't end up like him. I couldn't end up like him. How did he end up like this anyway? It felt too rude to ask.... I had to face it-- I knew I could never really help him. Even if I wasn't to. So I gave in... sort of.
"Alright Zabby," I took a deep breath, drawing on the moment. Then I began again. "Alright. I give in. I wouldn't help you," I lied. He would not see though me so I knew I was safe. I would never-- in a million year-- stop trying to help my best friend. "If this is what you think will help you, then fine. But I just want you to know that if you even need any help-- anything!-- I will be there. No matter want it is. No matter what the cost. I will always be there for you."
I looked back in his direction. I wish--again-- that I could see. I hoped that he would compromise with me, that he would agree. So he could leave and come back sooner. I sighed heavily and said sadly, dipping my head, "Go, if you have to. But come back quickly. I'll be waiting for my friend." ((Not my best, but I'm not used to Rping right now...))
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Neithan
Sikla
Emissary of Koran
The Worst Person on Earth
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Post by Neithan on Jan 6, 2008 20:00:29 GMT -5
(My last post.) "OK Zabby, I give in. I won't help you." She said it, and I had believed her word was like an oath, that she meant everything she said. But hell, I was too trusting back then....
"Go, if you have to. But come back quickly, for I will be waiting for you, my friend." I smiled, and was content, for a moment. I had won - a temporary victory, if nothing else. And victory is victory, even if it is temporary or eternal. "If I have to leave, please don't follow me.... Where I have to go, you can't come with me.[/i] I turned my back on her, and started walking towards the camp. It was dusk by now, and I was wearied and burdened from the events from today. I was leaving to rest my head - alleviate the burden, the weariness, at least temporarily. [/color][/font][/size]
(Kinda bad ending, heck, the entire post. But it's my final one. We can end this one now.)
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Alice
Sikla
Emmissary of Koran
~Mourning the death of her adopted son
Posts: 266
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Post by Alice on Jan 12, 2008 16:16:36 GMT -5
(( Horrible, horrible, horrible. Such a bad post. Forgive me. Anyway, it is my last post. )) A l i c e
Turning away for a moment, I waited silently as my words sunk in. He would agree and I knew he wouldn't be able to see through my little lie. I would, no matter what, try to help him. But, then again, what if he was right and I couldn't help him? Would I try, strive to help him, no matter what? Would he be lethal then, when he came back? I shivered at the thought and almost unwillingly, pushed it away. Some time, when I was alone, and he had gone, it would resurface and be worse then before. But, for now, I would let myself not think about the horrible and think about the present. Right now, all that mattered was convincing Zabarack that I was telling the truth.
When he spoke, he words were almost soft. I listened quietly to his words, knowing that his talk was worthless. I already knew that I wouldn't follow him, not if he didn't want me to anyway. Paw steps padded away and, in the instead, I knew I was alone. Zabarack, my friend, had left, without even a good-bye. Loneliness engulfed me, it swam inside my system, tightened the muscles on my throat. My heart felt empty, as I bolted away, not knowing where my paws would lead.
I'd knew felt so alone.
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