10-22-2008, 04:33 PM
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Reality seemed like a jumble of confusing, faint memories. He could remember voices, people who shouldn't have been there but they had been, but he couldn't remember who they were. He could recall the sounds of fighting, a voice of comfort that seemed to appear every once and again, though he didn't think that it was meant for him. Then the letter, the one that he had read with his own two eyes. Laurent was gone, but for how long? When did he leave and how long had Jasper been in that bed? The room was empty, it had been a while since he had heard the few scattered voices that had been there, but he knew that someone else had been in the room with him the whole time. Who was it? Did they get better? He held the pillow with both hands, rubbing it furiously against his face in an attempt to soak up the tears that poured from his eyes. When he removed the pillow one side of his face, the left side, curled up into a faint snarl, lip twitching against teeth and gums and his ear doing the same. It was on odd feeling, tingly and uncontrollable, which only left him more confused. It went away though, lasting for a brief second, until about the time that the door popped open. Ears stood at attention then, rubbing his eyes once more with the pillow before finally laying his head down on it, staring at the dark figure in the doorway. "Dad?" |