Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Finally, someone who would admit that much. Korbin nodded to himself, knowing the other wouldn't see. He stopped. Let Chulane push his wheelbarrow. It was rather pointless to chase after him. This was not someone he knew, or even liked. They absolutely did not get along. Wouldn't matter even if none of that was true.
It wouldn't get better. Days would come and go, and Weaver would be gone in all of them. In no version of the future would she ever smile at him again. Or jab a finger in his side. Or kick his ass, then offer him a hand so he could get back on his feet. Or call him out for being a grouch. He would never see her again.
"No," he said, and turned his back with tears burning hot in the eyes. The pain cleched around his chest, and just breathing was painful. How long since he had eaten? How long since he had slept? The anger fizzled out and drowned in the weariness. "Sometimes it doesn't."
Sometimes, all you could do was to wait for the end. So far, running to meet it had not gone too well. Too many busybodies around.
Korbin started to walk off.
It wouldn't get better. Days would come and go, and Weaver would be gone in all of them. In no version of the future would she ever smile at him again. Or jab a finger in his side. Or kick his ass, then offer him a hand so he could get back on his feet. Or call him out for being a grouch. He would never see her again.
"No," he said, and turned his back with tears burning hot in the eyes. The pain cleched around his chest, and just breathing was painful. How long since he had eaten? How long since he had slept? The anger fizzled out and drowned in the weariness. "Sometimes it doesn't."
Sometimes, all you could do was to wait for the end. So far, running to meet it had not gone too well. Too many busybodies around.
Korbin started to walk off.
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
