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Without LoveHiro couldn't speak or utter a word, too distracted by the bitter taste on his tongue as well as her salted tears. He wanted to wipe them away, but his hands-- He shoved the excuse aside, his hand abandoned his ribs.
She didn't flinch when a bloodied hand followed the waterfalls of her tears, intent to erase them if he could, leaving a residue of blood behind. He would have apologized, if his hand werent clamped over his mouth. Another coughing fit emerged, his blood spitting through the stronghold of his fingers as he leaned forward to draw her closer.
When Happiness Doesn't WorkHiro moved to grab the gauze to wrap his wounds again. He waited too long to consider it once he returned to the office. A painful sting slapped him across his ribs, his left hand moving to hold himself together, to keep from crying out. He fell to his knees before his opposite hand covered his mouth.
He didn't think his injuries were too serious; he thought wrong. His body could endure a number of assaults, but it wasn't enough. Crimson spilled through the thin spaces in between his fingers, dripping onto the floor as harsh coughs escaped his lips.
Can't Get EnoughHiro survived another coughing fit, unsure of how much longer he could fight the pain inside. Both mental and physical. He nudged her a little, but she held onto his face, holding his cheeks as if it was the only thing she could do. His ribs pressed against his skin, as if wanting to get out.
He pushed it back, replacing it with another fit of coughs. "G-Go..." He lifted the bottom part of his hand a little, so his words wouldn't muffle. "G-Go...t-t-the...Eli-x-xir " His hand moved her shoulder again, urging her to let go and retrieve the healing potion.
When the Lights Go Out'How can you need me, if you say keeping me away will protect me?' He blinked at her, a wordless response. He kept his hand over his mouth, but if he didn't seek medical treatment, he wasn't sure how much longer he'd last before bleeding out.
He bowed his head for a moment, looking for the gauze he had knocked over. Mitexi urged him to look at her again; he couldnt refuse to -- an unconscious movement. He didn't know what to say, suppressing the coughs that threatened to surface, his body shaking each time one attempted to break free.
BereftMy heart...my soul...all broken and taken into Darkness. These scars...these tears...I've caused them on everyone I've had contact with. I shouldn't be allowed redemption, to heal, to start over again.
Too much damage has already been done, so why can't they accept that and move on? They want to help me, but I can't let them. It'll only endanger them further. Becoming one with the Darkness was my intention, mine alone. It's a part of me.
I want to let go...but how do you after so long?
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