the vow
04-06-2013, 04:16 PM
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He could not imagine what she could have endured that would have stolen her memory, made her forget him. They had once been so much in love, had once had so much passion for each other that they could have sparked a fire with one glance. And now, now they were broken, severed, left without a cause. He wanted to force her to remember, force her to go back to before when things had been so good. Before he'd lost his eye, before Torvald and everything else. A snarl ripped from his larynx, vibrating his trachea with a sickening vibrato. Sorry doesn't cut it. He didn't want things to be this way, would not allow them to be so! He wanted her to remember, and remember she would. One way or another, this woman would remember him. What do you remember? Perhaps there was something still there, some fragment he could rebuild the vase with, some obscure piece that would somehow tie everything back together and set them back to where they had been. She looked away from him, ducking her vision to her paws. Look at me, he took a threatening step forward. Look at me dammit! A single yellow eye would bore a hole right through her forehead. speech, |