Like trains. Heading towards each other, passing within inches. A foot caught in the tracks, I remember that well. The pain. All moving so fast, unstoppable thoughts passing and brushing, colliding and spinning, moving off course. Sometimes the wrong thing comes out. Triggers.
Look at you, though. Playing the hero. Planning to come to my rescue. How does it feel? I'd imagine those drums would be pounding even more at the thought, he would have made it so. A criminal aiding the most hated being to them.
... oh you don't know yet, do you? Spoilers. I'm dreadful at keeping them locked. Away~
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Date: 2011-09-02 09:01 pm (UTC)Look at you, though. Playing the hero. Planning to come to my rescue. How does it feel? I'd imagine those drums would be pounding even more at the thought, he would have made it so. A criminal aiding the most hated being to them.
... oh you don't know yet, do you? Spoilers. I'm dreadful at keeping them locked. Away~