the vow

*Anthrax* · 03-21-2013, 11:02 PM

He was waiting, waiting for her to burst into tears, to run to him and sigh and for everything to be right in the world again. He was even ready for her to bristle, to yell and scream and throw a tantrum, to beat him, to bruise him, to bloody him to a pulp. It didn't matter what her reaction was, so long as the woman reacted. And react she did. Each advance he took, she retreated from him, suddenly seeming fearful of his presence. She stammered, confusion and uncertainty ringing loud and clear in her vocals. Anthrax slumped slightly, as if he were suddenly unable to withstand his own weight. Ears would flick backward, pinning against his skull in sadness. She didn't remember? How could she not remember? Ainslie, I.. It's me, Anthrax. He spoke quickly, with urgency and purpose. Perhaps he looked different, perhaps she just hadn't noticed. Maybe she was even suffering from bad sight. That must be it. She couldn't have forgotten.. couldn't have forgotten him. He took a step forward again, but just once this time, unwilling to frighten her off before she truly realized who he was. She would piece it together now, now that he'd offered his name. He had thought she would have understood before he'd even given his name, but he supposed they were both getting older and possibly none-the-wiser. Who knew what had happened to her in his absence, perhaps she had suffered an accident that rendered her unable to recall memories of him. That would be the worst tragedy of all. He tried not to think of that. A sigh would pass from his lips as his tongue raked across his ashen lips, trying to moisten them. Please remember.

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