02-15-2008, 03:51 PM
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indent Someone came to his side like a ghost, a shadow he could not escape. It was curious to Ahren that Laruku had somehow miraculously been there so often. The last time, he was positive he would have died if not for that intervention. He was clean, now, he was as clean as he could be. Opiates would always be in his blood, and tobacco always in his lungs, but he didn’t need that needle anymore. Those scars were hidden—those scars would heal.
indent So he just stood there, quietly, staring ahead at the fire. As with every thought that had come in this day, this night, he couldn’t justify what he did. His hand moved slightly, grasped Laruku’s, and held onto it like a child. He needed someone here, as private as this event had truly been. In that darkness, the night sky obscured by clouds, they were absolutely alone. Ahren didn’t even notice it had begun to snow, softly and quietly around them.
indent So he just stood there, quietly, staring ahead at the fire. As with every thought that had come in this day, this night, he couldn’t justify what he did. His hand moved slightly, grasped Laruku’s, and held onto it like a child. He needed someone here, as private as this event had truly been. In that darkness, the night sky obscured by clouds, they were absolutely alone. Ahren didn’t even notice it had begun to snow, softly and quietly around them.