Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
He didn't particularly plan to cope at all. Korbin was drowning in his grief, and all too happy to embrace the darkness that waited at rock bottom. Having been there before, he knew what waited, and it seemed no worse to him than this raw, naked pain. If Weaver saw him like this, she would roll her eyes for sure. Tell him to get up and get back to work, because the world wouldn't stop spinning just because he was a bit down.
Ah. But... she never would say that again, would she? A dragon had stolen her voice from him. He would never hear her laugh again. And the realization was knives cutting into his chest, stabbing so deep it was hard to breathe.
The furs placed over him were too heavy, wouldn't let him breathe. Korbin pushed them aside and sat up, slowly pushing himself up. To sitting first, and then up onto unsteady feet. His whole body screamed, every muscle aching from the abuse he'd taken. But he couldn't stay here. Couldn't stand the silence, where every breath from that girl on the floor begged him for things he couldn't give.
He made for the door, one shuffling step at a time. Stopped once to haul the coat up from the floor; it weighed a ton, and his body kept screaming in protest. But it didn't matter.
Ah. But... she never would say that again, would she? A dragon had stolen her voice from him. He would never hear her laugh again. And the realization was knives cutting into his chest, stabbing so deep it was hard to breathe.
The furs placed over him were too heavy, wouldn't let him breathe. Korbin pushed them aside and sat up, slowly pushing himself up. To sitting first, and then up onto unsteady feet. His whole body screamed, every muscle aching from the abuse he'd taken. But he couldn't stay here. Couldn't stand the silence, where every breath from that girl on the floor begged him for things he couldn't give.
He made for the door, one shuffling step at a time. Stopped once to haul the coat up from the floor; it weighed a ton, and his body kept screaming in protest. But it didn't matter.
Thousand voices dead at my feet
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
