O Captain! My Captain! Rise up and hear the bells!

Conor Soul · 10-05-2010, 01:12 PM

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He did not really know who or what he should blame. Most of all he sat alone with the burning guilt, fearing what lay ahead in the future that just continued to approach him. It was a sorry situation for him and the snow kissed Stormbringer, but it was as if he was caught in a vicious circle that refused to let him go. In the end his entire reaction was foolish, but he had not planned for this to happen. Alcohol was a deceitful substance, but he could not and would not use that as an excuse for what had happened on Dahlia’s one and only isle. It had in truth been beautiful and filled him with awe at the striking beauty of love, but he had fallen deep and the burden of fear and quickly forming guilt kept him off his feet. He didn’t know what made him feel this way, but perhaps it was the inane fear for his father that had brought forth this reaction within him.

He was so afraid that he had hurt her, perhaps in such a degree that he failed to see how he was hurting the poor female now. Now she was standing by his door and he knew that he could not avoid her any longer. He should apologize, but continued to feel lost, more or less. Broken things could be fixed, and he should at least give himself a chance to make up for what had happened. He had not hated it—far from it, but it seemed he was not as strong as he had believed himself to be.He did not mean to hurt her, but it was a tide of a reaction drowning out reason. It was wrong to run from her, for all he wanted to be was close, close to her. He opened the door slowly, but as his lavender eyes fell on the woman’s pale features he felt the sick insecurity hit him in his face regardless of his will to man up. ”Hey, Bris,” he spoke silently, attempting to dress his face with a smile.

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