10-28-2008, 09:44 PM
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"Corona?" It some crazy ray of hope in the dismal reality that he had woken up to. She had returned, apparently she was okay, or else he might have told him so. It was odd to be happy that she was back, even somewhat excited at the prospect, but Corona had given him much more than most of his other siblings had. She tolerated him, even if she wasn't that fond of him or wasn't all that nice. She put up with him, never tried to send him away, and nor did she ever just up and disappear, she went places with a purpose, not just to be away from him. He'd always wanted to thank her for it, for putting up with him, but like everything else, he had failed at it. He was silent for a moment, just watching, wondering quietly if he had made his father sick also. He couldn't remember much more than being carried, faint flashes of Laruku in the corner and the slight comfort that it gave him knowing that his friend's father had been there with him, even if he was sick. "Do you ever think that I'll be strong like you?" He asked quietly, dropping his head to rest of the pillow, staring down at the floor. He wasn't worried about physical strength, just about everything else. Why was he always the one one the floor or in the corner crying? |