Mon Jan 10, 2011 6:26 pm by Caoimhin Shan
She's really gone.
*Caoimhin stood staring blankly out at the lake, not really seeing what was before him. It just kept hitting him, over and over again.*
She's really gone.
*He blinked, and a small spark lit in his eyes as he registered what he was looking at. It was beautiful; he had always admired the view here. His sister had too.. or so he had been told.*
I thought I was making up for all the time we were apart. But she was never really there.
*It wasn't fair. He had thought she had made it, thought that she had survived, but it was a lie, it was all a lie, she was gone, she was really gone, she had been gone for years and years and he had allowed himself to believe that this.. this machine had been her. He had known as soon as he had seen her on the Pride that she wasn't his sister. But he had wanted to have her back, so much.. so very much...*
She's gone.
*Part of him wanted to just lay down and cry, again. He knew that the pain would pass with time. Some very small part of him reminded him of this fact. But another small part of him told him to lash out, that it would all feel better if he just let it go, that it would feel better immediately, that there would be no more waiting, no more false hope, just him and his own actions.
That small part was getting louder, more influential, and it was sounding more and more.. Right.*
Just let go.
*It would be easier, after all.
His hand clenched into a fist, and he heard the leather material, laced with taozin, rubbing against itself as his fingers dug into his palm. He glanced down at it, his thoughts growing faster, more frenzied.. darker.*
I haven't let myself feel the Force, not fully, in so long. It's been so long without it.. I would have known. I wouldn't have let that thing deceive me.
*He reached over with his left hand, the fingers of his right slowly unclenching.*
I've been afraid to let it in.
*He pulled the glove off of his hand...*
Now it's time to let it out.
*...and flung it to the side, his eyes suddenly flaring yellow, as something -- someone -- who had been lurking within finally came to the surface.*