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Sep 22, 2008 20:41

Too long away from the bar. Too long spent in the darkness. He can feel it in his gut, in a way he hasn't felt in months. It's spiraling up like dark trails from his gut, and every breath feels colder and colder.

Those who are inclined to see such things will see it as it is. They will see the dark trails, they will see the ghosts of black matter. Perhaps they will even see the red sigal, shining in place of what should be a heart. But for those who are not, all they will see is a boy, looking smaller than he ever has, kneeling by the fireplace and slowing tearing pages out of a book, throwing them into the flames.

[ tinytags: cal chandler ; rhyme ]

riku, cal chandler, sora, yrael, kairi

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