[ There is no word for it, there never will be he is sure, what it is to have part cut out and ripped from gripping fingers that never thought it possible to let go.
But they were forced to, and no matter how he wished. and her words break something, small and simple and it might be crystal for how pretty those shards are and how soft her voice had been in his head when he never thought to hear it again. She was too kind, she was always too kind and he gets stuck in that all over again. He does not have her, but he barely needs to think to have that come back. Touched with void and ( -- these waters are greedy, they will never give back what they have taken ). ]
Be careful, Miss Amber, what comes back is not always... [ parts dry lips on a black deadened tongue, or at least that is how it feels, still feels where he dwells on how they seared him. ]
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But they were forced to, and no matter how he wished. and her words break something, small and simple and it might be crystal for how pretty those shards are and how soft her voice had been in his head when he never thought to hear it again. She was too kind, she was always too kind and he gets stuck in that all over again. He does not have her, but he barely needs to think to have that come back. Touched with void and ( -- these waters are greedy, they will never give back what they have taken ). ]
Be careful, Miss Amber, what comes back is not always... [ parts dry lips on a black deadened tongue, or at least that is how it feels, still feels where he dwells on how they seared him. ]