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@i-ced || LINER CALL

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“Don’t be sorry…that makes me more pitiful.” She says the words while meeting his eyes, never once letting her gaze stray. “Just…look at me one last time.” Really look at me.

❝ … ❞

    Gray is shocked still; an ice sculpture forever suspended in time. 

    There is something wicked in his chest, something that twists &&. grips at his stuttering HEART— a sickness, a mindless rot that seeps into his very bones, brittle as they are with the absence of his SUN.

       ❛   Just…look at me one last time.   ❜

    And yet his gaze lowers to his F E E T, encased in heavy boots &&. surely still covered in his own treachery. 

 ❝ I… I can’t. ❞

    He won’t out of some intricate form of denial, like pretending his version of her would always be THERE to make everything okay. It is the highest level of self-deprecation he has ever conjured; the refusal of reality.

I don’t want to.

⠀

                I don’t want to see your smile. 

       I don’t want it to be  f l e e t i n g,

                         I don’t want it to be the last smile from you.

 ⠀