Ghosts of the Past

N/A · 11-03-2015, 07:24 PM

It had not been easy knowing that he had been wrong. It had been a rough road from Abaven to where he was now. The old man felt so many conflicting feelings. Guilt was at the forefront of those feelings, however. Guilt at being wrong. Guilt at snapping at Bass. Hell, even guilt for Arian’s maim. Had he just listened to Bass... Could this have all been prevented? These feelings... Arian’s maim?

It was after his brief talk with Cypress that Allen started towards the borders where Bass would be waiting. His heart was heavy, his mind felt foggy. It was as if rocks had suddenly filled the muscles in his legs, making it harder and harder to press on until he saw the man. That pale man he had called friend for so long.

“Bass,” Allen would greet in a low tone. No time had been spared to shape up his appearance -- he was still the mess that Cypress had discovered. “I’m so sorry... You were right... About Sin... I... I’ve been the fool.” Allen would stop a few feet from the other, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Hear Me Talk,"
'Read My Thoughts.'

Table by:: Tealah

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