...is this how things are going to turn out? Is this what we've spent our entire lives living towards? I couldn't tell tou what happened. All of a sudden, things came crashing down around us, and we were filled with doubt and questions that, up until a moment ago, never entered our heads.
Why do I sit here, wondering if I'll come out of this alive? It's...it's that I've always been strong. It's that we've always smiled. It's that neither of us have ever questioned fate. It's that...it's that I've been sitting here with a bottle of gin, shattered glass, and a stained carpet for days. I don't even know if I can move anymore. I can only speak when someone speaks to me first. I...I have nothing now. And the sad thing is that I genuinely feel like I'm doing nothing to get it all back.
Why am I not moving? Why aren't my eyes wide, and my arms stretched out, looking for a light at the end of this hell? I don't...I don't even know who I am anymore...it's all...cloudy.
Jo, I...I...I want to stay with you. Please, Jo, please don't throw me away. I still have my sword. I still have my training. I don't have anything else...it's all in smouldering ruins...but I have everything that you've given me. Don't...please don't make me say goodbye.
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