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IT FALLS APART
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Post by Hunark on Feb 24, 2013 21:57:49 GMT -5
It wasn't the first time he had arrived, and he hoped it would never be his last. The man, previously a boy, gated into the area without any happiness. He wondered if growing up was partly becoming heartless in certain situations and becoming loving in others. The blue-green eyed boy crossed his arms over his chest and slowly breathed. If only he could go back to those times when everything was easily happy, if only he could go back to those times when he was easily happy.
The rings, as usual, left him on the bridge. He was clad in Ragna's blood-edge attire. It had taken him a second to decide on it. A heavyblade rested on his back. He decided the red uniform fit the mood that he had been under lately. A bloody color. He had been given a chance to view the other uniforms he had decided way back in the day; the bright green eyes he believed had once reflected his power while the dull gray ones when he believed a certain man would once rule this world. Now, the world was desolate. The church still didn't vanish though. It probably meant something.
"I fucking hate it sometimes," he scoffed to himself with wet eyes. The echo of his boots against the tile, was it?, sounded as he took a few steps closer to the entrance. The doors, like always, were slightly open. There was only a bright light inside of the church for now. Maybe that is where he needed to go. Closer to that light.
He felt cold.
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