I want roses set on fire
And I, well I want what’s best for me
Well, his suicidal fire suggestion wasn't met with much approval, but Sam didn't care too much, lost in the idea himself. He blinked slowly as he watched the low flames, stroking over his fingertips. Maybe Mara was right, but would that be so bad? It would at least provide a distraction for a while, and he'd finally be done with-
Closing his eyes tight and shaking his head, he tried to turn back into the room and plug back into what was happening. They all seemed so desperate. He was about to suggest something else equally fatalistic when the shock of light from outside surprised him, Sam flinching and hunching down instinctively, waiting for some kind of blast or explosion that didn't come.
His new depressed state gave him the ability to recover faster than he might have done before, and Sam went to one of the windows, attempting to reach up (perhaps step on a stool to do so) and peek through a gap in any of the boards, to see what was going on.
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Sam tries to peek through any gaps in the boards on the windows to see what just happened.
Closing his eyes tight and shaking his head, he tried to turn back into the room and plug back into what was happening. They all seemed so desperate. He was about to suggest something else equally fatalistic when the shock of light from outside surprised him, Sam flinching and hunching down instinctively, waiting for some kind of blast or explosion that didn't come.
His new depressed state gave him the ability to recover faster than he might have done before, and Sam went to one of the windows, attempting to reach up (perhaps step on a stool to do so) and peek through a gap in any of the boards, to see what was going on.
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Sam tries to peek through any gaps in the boards on the windows to see what just happened.
And I, I think I know just what that means
Just what that means
SAMUEL
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