01-05-2008, 01:56 PM
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indent A long time ago, a young man had been found by his daughter after a long stint of alcoholism and drug use. They had talked, then fought. He had told her that he never wanted her to be born. He had admitted she was a mistake. That had been over two years ago. Less then five minutes ago, though, he had seen history repeat itself. While it had been his fault, when he had done the same to Corona, he had been younger and less aware of what he was doing. Now, though, he recognized things. Even if he would never admit he was still an addict, and never admit he was missing her less and less with each passing day.
indent He smoked as he walked, but the cigarette was nearly done and he dropped it in the snow after the next breath. Her scent was thick and all around him, and then, quite suddenly, her sandy colored coat was in front of him and she was there. “Rachias?” It was more to alert her to his presence then anything else.
indent He smoked as he walked, but the cigarette was nearly done and he dropped it in the snow after the next breath. Her scent was thick and all around him, and then, quite suddenly, her sandy colored coat was in front of him and she was there. “Rachias?” It was more to alert her to his presence then anything else.