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[It’s a few hours after this conversation, about dawn. The camera comes on to reveal a young man, normally polished and collected, sitting at his desk in the middle of a ravaged room. His head is bowed, with one beat up, cut hand covering his face. His other hand, worse if that’s possible, joins it and he just sits there with the camera on for a good minute or so.
Finally, he sits back in his chair so the picture is more than just a close-up of his beaten hands and there’s a visible hole in the wall over his left shoulder and an overturned bookcase atop his bed. He runs his hands down his face and sighs before pulling them away. He looks tired and angry, but more than that he looks heartbroken. When he speaks, it’s slow and deliberate, and you can tell he’s at the end of what feels like the worst night of his life.]
I never thought I’d be…making one of these, asking for advice. But, well. A lot of things have happened recently that I never thought would or even could. So, this is just one more, I guess.
[Closing his eyes, he sighs again, but it’s harsher this time, like he’s trying to get himself to focus.]
I know that there are a lot of people in this community that have…really lived. Loved people, lost them, that kind of thing. [There’s a long pause where he seems to be thinking of someone in particular.] Is there a limit to how much heartache you can take from one person? Even if that person is your soulmate, can they hurt you so immensely that there’s no way to get past it?
[He looks down at his hands, shaking his head.] I’ve just been thinking about that a lot tonight and I need some guidance.
[He glances at the camera again and curls into himself, looking uncommonly vulnerable, before shutting off the feed.]
Finally, he sits back in his chair so the picture is more than just a close-up of his beaten hands and there’s a visible hole in the wall over his left shoulder and an overturned bookcase atop his bed. He runs his hands down his face and sighs before pulling them away. He looks tired and angry, but more than that he looks heartbroken. When he speaks, it’s slow and deliberate, and you can tell he’s at the end of what feels like the worst night of his life.]
I never thought I’d be…making one of these, asking for advice. But, well. A lot of things have happened recently that I never thought would or even could. So, this is just one more, I guess.
[Closing his eyes, he sighs again, but it’s harsher this time, like he’s trying to get himself to focus.]
I know that there are a lot of people in this community that have…really lived. Loved people, lost them, that kind of thing. [There’s a long pause where he seems to be thinking of someone in particular.] Is there a limit to how much heartache you can take from one person? Even if that person is your soulmate, can they hurt you so immensely that there’s no way to get past it?
[He looks down at his hands, shaking his head.] I’ve just been thinking about that a lot tonight and I need some guidance.
[He glances at the camera again and curls into himself, looking uncommonly vulnerable, before shutting off the feed.]