01-03-2009, 01:54 AM
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http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... itable.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;">![]() He did not turn back to her just then, standing where the window waited for him and his eye traveled miles away, gazing out into the emptiness of the white, snowswept field of cold and lifelessness out beyond what he could see. There was nothing there but snow and wind, sweeping at the earth ever so slowly in the prime of its season. It was bleak, it was frightening. She'd said she was afraid, before; what had he done? He'd just told her things were okay. The heartless cyclops hadn't stepped to her and embraced her, hadn't smiled at her, hadn't removed that cold frost in his voice that was always there. He didn't know what she had expected out of him when she'd placed him as subleader. He didn't have any potential. Jefferson had some morals, some maturity, a whole lot of experience... but he couldn't lead anything. Not like Iskata had done. His heart lurched. His mind spun. He couldn't think straight.
So overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form Water's getting harder to tread With these waves crashing over my head If I could just see you Everything will be alright If I'd see you The storminess will turn to light. And I will walk on water And you will catch me if I fall And I will get lost into your eyes And everything will be alright And everything will be alright..."
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