12-07-2008, 08:39 PM
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In this fragile little world, Ahren saw one color. Red; though this shade varied from one to another, it was singular. This was how he saw the blood trickle out as he withdrew the needle, saw it touch his fingertips, and known that something had broken a long time ago and they could not fix it.
Then suddenly Laruku had grabbed his arm, startling him, and he looked up. That same shade of red was in his face, though it had long since faded and grown cloudy. He comprehended the motion, the touch, and the words offered. He understood the smile. He hated him suddenly, more then he had hated anyone before in his life. “Fuck you,” he whispered, hands trembling. The needle fell to the ground, crying out once before it rolled away from them.
In this fragile little world, Ahren saw one color. Red; though this shade varied from one to another, it was singular. This was how he saw the blood trickle out as he withdrew the needle, saw it touch his fingertips, and known that something had broken a long time ago and they could not fix it.
Then suddenly Laruku had grabbed his arm, startling him, and he looked up. That same shade of red was in his face, though it had long since faded and grown cloudy. He comprehended the motion, the touch, and the words offered. He understood the smile. He hated him suddenly, more then he had hated anyone before in his life. “Fuck you,” he whispered, hands trembling. The needle fell to the ground, crying out once before it rolled away from them.