05-24-2009, 07:57 PM
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It hurt. It hurt so much seeing her like this. Knowing that he had made her feel this way. He never wanted to be the source of her pain. Never. But he couldn't help this. Somehow he knew this was for the best. But if it was, why did it hurt so much? Why did it have to hurt her so much? The silence was almost worse than her cold, hard words. His sense of self loathing had once again descended heavily over him. He had made his sister cry. He had hurt her, he had exposed the awful truth of their father to her. He was supposed to protect her, not do these sorts of things. What the hell had he become?
For a split second, hope entered him. Hope that she understood and everything was going to be alright. But soon that left him like a shadow as she stood up and left the bar without another word. His face turned downward even further. What had he done? Where was she going? Unsteadily he got to his feet and went to follow her. "Mati?" he called out, his voice a whine. He burst through the door, but as soon as he had he stumbled and fell flat on his face. The pain of his fall was completely forgotten in his panic. "Mati!" Jade eyes looked around, worried. She was already gone.
Defeated he got back to his feet and went back inside the bar. The crippling self loathing quickly turned to anger and hatred towards himself. A fire flared in his eyes and with a roar he slammed his fist into the brick wall. Limply his fist pulled away, knuckles broken and bloody. What a bastard he was.
It hurt. It hurt so much seeing her like this. Knowing that he had made her feel this way. He never wanted to be the source of her pain. Never. But he couldn't help this. Somehow he knew this was for the best. But if it was, why did it hurt so much? Why did it have to hurt her so much? The silence was almost worse than her cold, hard words. His sense of self loathing had once again descended heavily over him. He had made his sister cry. He had hurt her, he had exposed the awful truth of their father to her. He was supposed to protect her, not do these sorts of things. What the hell had he become?
For a split second, hope entered him. Hope that she understood and everything was going to be alright. But soon that left him like a shadow as she stood up and left the bar without another word. His face turned downward even further. What had he done? Where was she going? Unsteadily he got to his feet and went to follow her. "Mati?" he called out, his voice a whine. He burst through the door, but as soon as he had he stumbled and fell flat on his face. The pain of his fall was completely forgotten in his panic. "Mati!" Jade eyes looked around, worried. She was already gone.
Defeated he got back to his feet and went back inside the bar. The crippling self loathing quickly turned to anger and hatred towards himself. A fire flared in his eyes and with a roar he slammed his fist into the brick wall. Limply his fist pulled away, knuckles broken and bloody. What a bastard he was.