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Subject: .:.I know, I know.:. Who do you love?

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Zeth

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Date Posted: 09:41:57 02/17/05 Thu
In reply to: Briallan 's message, "hurts so good" on 09:28:47 02/17/05 Thu

.:. He watched in horror as she left bloody footprints one after another as she strolled over his aggressive mistake. He was just putting his arms up to stop her from leaving him when time slowed down to the painstaking pace of a snail and he was forced to watch in horror as she fell, her face distorting with momentary fear before going blank as her crown was smashed into the porcelain sink.:. �I�ll be your porcelain sink when you want to over flow� I�ll be your letterbox when you want to stuff it full� With love letters addressed to her�� -Looful .:. In his horror, he shut his eyes hoping that when they reopened he�d find her in the tub, without a trace of blood on the external of her shell. But he wasn�t lucky enough for that. Opening his eyes her found her motionless on the floor. From shock or injury, he wasn�t sure but he wasted no time in finding his way to her side, boots cracking the shards of glass under toe. He lay now in a puddle of blood, water, glass, and agony. This time it was his fault. Surely Max had heard the bottle break...would she come back? Would she risk putting her own happiness in jeopardy to come back and check on them? What about the rest of them�? They�d see Max coming back with that face of defeat�hear the bottle, they would have heard the screaming�they could only imagine what was happening behind closed doors.:. .:.For a brief moment the thought flooded his mind like the warm water had the tub�had he killed her? Frantic he was at her side, shaking her gently but with a urgency that could be felt by anyone daring to listen in to his emotions. �Bri�?� He shouldn�t move her�but it wasn�t her back or anything that was hurt�and he hated seeing her on the floor. He slid an arm behind her back and the other under pale legs. He lifted her from the rubble of their relationship and carried her swiftly to the bedroom�going through the doors sideways to protect her from any additional injury. Setting her on the bed, he did his best to remain calm and wake her�but, would it work?�.:.

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Subject	Author	Date
Zethy-Marie, of course!	Briallan	12:29:37 02/17/05 Thu
::pick up the pieces:: -- Max, 13:23:54 02/17/05 Thu ~life is worth a laugh anyway~ -- Deangelo, 15:41:12 02/17/05 Thu