Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
The man did not insist, and Korbin stopped retreating as soon as it became clear that he wouldn't be forced to do anything. That alone kept him from leaving immediately.
Yet as Chulane kept talking, wariness crept over Korbin's face, and his eyes narrowed on the other man. "Oh? And how is that?" Fists closed in the pockets, and his tone had become tight, tense. Waiting for whatever words of wisdom that would be heaped upon him.
He highly doubted that it would make a difference. So what if every person in every world wished for nothing more than to fall asleep and never wake up again? So what if they too would trade anything to go back and change just one irreversible act? Korbin was sure everyone else was fucking brave and strong and capable of enduring whatever shit the world kept throwing at them. He had been strong too. Once, when he still had something worth living for.
But she was gone. And he was fucking sick and tired of this meaningless charade.
Yet as Chulane kept talking, wariness crept over Korbin's face, and his eyes narrowed on the other man. "Oh? And how is that?" Fists closed in the pockets, and his tone had become tight, tense. Waiting for whatever words of wisdom that would be heaped upon him.
He highly doubted that it would make a difference. So what if every person in every world wished for nothing more than to fall asleep and never wake up again? So what if they too would trade anything to go back and change just one irreversible act? Korbin was sure everyone else was fucking brave and strong and capable of enduring whatever shit the world kept throwing at them. He had been strong too. Once, when he still had something worth living for.
But she was gone. And he was fucking sick and tired of this meaningless charade.
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
