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He didn't move for a minute at the knock. Whoever it was, they could wait to gape at the dead boy. No. Man. He was no boy. He'd gone through too much to still hold that title. Eventually he got up and pulled the door open, disheveled and red-eyed with his shoulder-length hair mussed from pulling. Oh. Ivory. He didn't even feel like rebuking her. But he still didn't want to let her in.

2015-07-13 10:08:17

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Wow. He answered the door. Oh...um...how did she do this. Her hair now fell over her face, hiding her eyes. Don't. If. She. Had. Been. Crying. Please.

"Please let me in?" She asked, her voice a lot more vulnerable than normal.

2015-07-13 10:11:40

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He didn't say anything. Only shook his head and moved to close the door. It was probably for her own good, anyway.

2015-07-13 10:16:30

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She remained still for a moment before putting a hand in the doorway. How did she know he wasn't going to crush her hand? She didn't. Pain didn't bother her. At least...not physical pain. "..."

2015-07-13 10:20:17

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He looked at her and sighed. "Just.....go away. /Please./"

2015-07-13 10:21:01

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"I need to see him."

2015-07-13 10:22:03

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"What. Do you /want/ to poke a corpse?" he snapped.

2015-07-13 10:23:00

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"No!" She snapped back before exhaling exhaled. "I just...I can't explain it, okay?" She looked away.

2015-07-13 10:23:59

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"...great. Go tell your non-explanations to someone else who actually cares."

2015-07-13 10:25:47

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"Well whether you like it or not I care about him."

2015-07-13 10:26:18

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"SO DO I."

He stopped. Looked down. And clenched his free hand into a fist.

"....and I hate that he cared about you too. Fine. Just...whatever." He moved out of the doorway and past her. He needed air. Badly.

2015-07-13 10:28:43

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He...cared about her? Well that doesn't make anything better. She stepped inside. "Thank you." She calmly spoke before he left.

2015-07-13 10:30:42

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Zane, or what used to be Zane, was lying on the couch, very still. His face was ashen, eyes closed, chest unmoving. His expression bore a faint hint of fear, a remnant of the moments before he'd ceased to breathe.

2015-07-13 10:36:22

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Ivory stood over him, moving the hair out of her face. He looked...not how death was told to look. He wasn't how like Lance said she looked when she died. He looked...terrible. She rubbed her eyes. Oh shit. She was crying again.

2015-07-13 10:38:45

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Understandably, there was no reaction.

Until a couple of minutes later, when he began to shudder.

2015-07-13 10:43:32

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Silence. That's all there was.

Then a twitch.

A small jolt.

It caught her attention.

2015-07-13 10:44:38

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Then a small sound. A weak, pained noise, and one hand, folded over his chest, clutched tightly at his shirt, the knuckles going white.

2015-07-13 10:46:56

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He...was alive?

Wait...Lance said that Cale-SHIT.

She knelled beside him. There wasn't much much she could do other than moral support.

2015-07-13 10:48:26

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It hurt. It hurt so, so, so, so, so much...so much that he couldn't even cry out. Worse than the wrench. Worse than his knees. Worse than anything he'd ever felt. Was this dying? But hadn't that already happened? Happened, what was happening to him? He bit his tongue, and it began to bleed. Blood. It tasted....amazing, and terrible, at the same time. Bitter and sweet. He gasped, but it did nothing to ease the pain or clear his head. Then everything went cold, and then...nothing. Nothing at all.

2015-07-13 10:54:43

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Carefully, she reached out and grabbed his arm lightly. Yes, she knew this wouldn't do shit for the pain, but it was better than being alone. Then, quietness. With her free hand she wiped any remaining tears from her eyes.

"...Zane?" She quietly asked after a few moments in the quiet.

2015-07-13 10:59:03

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He opened his eyes. Where was he? On the couch. Who was saying his name? Ivory. Why was she here? That, he didn't know. ".....wha.....?"

2015-07-13 11:03:41

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"Zane!" She repeated, this time much more cheerful. Without thinking, she latched onto him and hugged him tightly. She was crying again, but she couldn't help it now. He was okay. He was okay. "Cale.....told Lance that you..." Was all she was able to stutter out through her tears.

2015-07-13 11:06:23

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He shrank back at first, raising his arms over his face with little to no idea what was going on. What did Cale tell Lance? Why was she crying? And hugging him?? What???

2015-07-13 11:09:37

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She noticed he was hesitant and let go. "s-sorry!" She choked out. At least now she was more in control of her tears. "Cale told Lance that you were dead...so I ...came to see if it was true." She finally informed him.

2015-07-13 11:12:09

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He lowered his arms, staring in confusion at her. ....dead? So he had been. Really? Wow...that meant... He ran his tongue over his teeth. Oh dear God.

2015-07-13 11:14:26