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There's a certain kind of misery that goes hand in hand with this rain.I'm sure that enough authors have put words to it that I don't have to. You can't light a cigarette, you can't sail a boat, you can't move a goddamn fucking step without getting ankle-deep in mud and I'm starting to grow weary of it, the same kind of ennui that came with the seasons of war, each one worse than the last. But this? This is a scene straight out of the ungodly Passchendaele, as though the past has decided to render upon us nightmarish scenes.
All we're missing is the wagons and horses, really. Rain. Rain and no shine and all I can do is stand here just outside, scrubbing my hands over my just-shaven face, getting the last of engrained whiskers from my cheeks as I stare up to the stormclouds above.
I'm within stepping distance of the Compound and I've only been out here a good few minutes, just to clean off my face, to find some kind of purification and edification from the sky above, but the rain is cooling me down, giving me a brand new start that the shave has begun for me.
Months and months ago, Joe left me. Not of his own volition, but he still left. And then Tricia. I got flung into Mathias' world and shown horrors, left to wonder if my own are waiting around the corner for me. All those horrible things might be waiting in the future and the mud may be a reminder of terrible things from the past, but right here, staring skywards, I feel like I'm getting a fresh start.
Like I didn't just wake up today with a weight of misery on my chest so heavy that I didn't want to even move. With the rain splashing on my skin, I grin and let out a loose and free-feeling laugh. It's idiotic, I know, but it just feels good for once.
[ST/LT welcome through Thurs!]
All we're missing is the wagons and horses, really. Rain. Rain and no shine and all I can do is stand here just outside, scrubbing my hands over my just-shaven face, getting the last of engrained whiskers from my cheeks as I stare up to the stormclouds above.
I'm within stepping distance of the Compound and I've only been out here a good few minutes, just to clean off my face, to find some kind of purification and edification from the sky above, but the rain is cooling me down, giving me a brand new start that the shave has begun for me.
Months and months ago, Joe left me. Not of his own volition, but he still left. And then Tricia. I got flung into Mathias' world and shown horrors, left to wonder if my own are waiting around the corner for me. All those horrible things might be waiting in the future and the mud may be a reminder of terrible things from the past, but right here, staring skywards, I feel like I'm getting a fresh start.
Like I didn't just wake up today with a weight of misery on my chest so heavy that I didn't want to even move. With the rain splashing on my skin, I grin and let out a loose and free-feeling laugh. It's idiotic, I know, but it just feels good for once.
[ST/LT welcome through Thurs!]