He and I stand a few feet from one another on the boardwalk. I know he can feel my thoughts as well as I can feel his, so we are both real for the moment. Voices would ruin this late-night early-morning moment.
I killed him, he conveys in this maddening rainbow of emotion that makes me a little nauseous. Fear, anger, hatred, terror, remorse, disgust, pride. Mostly sadness. I didn't mean to, but I did. Please� Forgive me?
I am not able to grant forgiveness. Only comfort and solace. I take the pain of those who can no longer bear it. And you're not...
Yours to deal with anyway. I know. But they don't listen, I can't rebel. I can't give myself up like that.
Well, I touch his hand and take from him what I can without collapsing. I give love and take hatred. Take fear and give peace. It won't last long because of his nature, but I want to help. Is it more important to save yourself, or the souls of those around you?
He turns to me and his eyes are sad, clouded with inner tumult and guilt. Am I damned? Can I still be saved?
I step towards him and his arms enfold me. Warmth and intense pain. The pain doesn't last long, but it courses through us both and it is the only answer I can give. We are both crying, but for different reasons.
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