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"Did it burn her vocal chords too...?"
2016-05-06 04:08:12 -
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"No. She just won't interact with anyone...at all."
2016-05-06 04:09:56 -
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"....oh...."
2016-05-06 04:11:53 -
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Seculus sat on the couch with a movie playing, only seeing and hearing garbled background noise to his thoughts. What was the movie? He didn't know again. But he didn't turn it off.
2016-05-06 04:12:23 -
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Ivory slipped out of her room and stumbled down the steps. Everyone was asleep. No one would talk about her or stare at her like she lost an arm, even if she felt like she did. Just her. And the ability to be alone finally. That is, until she got to the living room. And Seculus on the couch. Well..guess it'd have to do. She sat down a bit away from him.
2016-05-06 04:14:56 -
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He didn't look at her. He didn't even seem to notice her. His eyes were invisible behind his glasses turned opaque from the TV light.
2016-05-06 04:16:20 -
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She sat there, eyes now fixed on the tv, covered up in every way possible, jacket shielding her face from him.
2016-05-06 04:18:08 -
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There was nothing to be learned from reading his mind. It was just a mess of hate of all kinds, all confused, all despairing. He finally acknowledged her presence, glancing at her out of the corner of his vision.
2016-05-06 04:20:10 -
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He finally realized she was there. Probably from the emptiness in her mind. Nothing. There was really nothing there for her. She kept her gaze away from him, hands tucked into her pockets.
2016-05-06 04:38:46 -
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He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. ....he'd make her leave.
2016-05-06 05:20:37 -
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He wanted to speak to her. But he couldn't. Words...she didn't really want to hear right now. She was tired of them. Instead, with her eyes still on the screen, she reached her hand out, and took his, holding it tightly. The texture of leather skin still evident on her hands.
2016-05-06 05:25:40 -
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For a moment, he thought the hallucinations were back. She couldn't actually be.....he looked for himself. Her grip was real. Hesitantly, after a moment of arguing over whether it would ruin everything, he returned it.
2016-05-06 05:27:40 -
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Slowly, she intertwined her fingers with his.
2016-05-06 05:28:53 -
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He wrapped his slightly shaking fingers around hers in return. He scooted a little closer to her.
2016-05-06 05:31:34 -
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Finally, she looked to him. Staring him in the eye. Remaining still for the longest time.
Then wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a tight,shaky hug.
2016-05-06 05:33:08 -
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He froze for a second before hugging her back, still doubting the reality of any of this. ......but he did miss touching her, so for now, at least, he didn't want to let go.
2016-05-06 05:35:47 -
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She rested her head on top of his, her hood falling forward. Trying to keep quiet, Ivory started to sob, in tears.
2016-05-06 05:37:16 -
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.....oh.....he rubbed her back best he could in the position he was in, but quickly gave up and just squeezed her tighter, sitting up so she could cry into his sweater.
2016-05-06 05:39:43 -
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She squeezed him back just as tightly, trembling, pain shooting through her body. "...I'm sorry..." She finally spoke in a long, long time, voice breaking, and in a deep sob.
2016-05-06 05:42:36 -
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He winced at the portion of pain that struck him too and muttered "You didn't do anything, it was....my fault, not yours, I'm sorry I.....drove you away......."
2016-05-06 05:44:52 -
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"....I just want you back..."
2016-05-06 05:46:58 -
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"....you.....you do?....."
2016-05-06 05:47:24 -
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"...Yes..."
2016-05-06 05:47:34 -
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"......" He started to cry too. He wasn't happy, just....relieved. He'd thought Jackson was right....that she only wanted to block out /him/, but....he was the first one she talked to.
2016-05-06 05:50:19 -
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"...I'm sorry...." She apologized again.
2016-05-06 05:51:22
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