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As I fell from the roof of the Brookhaven Hospital, that flimsy wirey fence my only protection from the cold hard concrete that awaited me, I cast a look above to the one who knocked me down.
He was standing, imposingly on the edge of the rooftop. The wavering beam of my flashlight glinted off that crude red helmet. Those bloodstained robes perfectly matched his gritty exterior, that knife which so cruelly bruised my tender skin resting in his grasp as he watched me fall.
But as I felt myself falling, my inevitable impact coming closer with each second, my heart swelled up with joy. Not because I thought I was going to die. Not because I thought I would finally go see Mary at last. Not because I thought my terrible experiences in this cursed town would be over.
No.
I found out that I loved him.
 Amryx · Thu Jan 13, 2005 @ 01:40am · 0 Comments |
