"It was a gamble," he insisted. Not even a sound one. But it had been the only bet to make. The only time when he hadn't been sure of the outcome he would produce, no frame of reference, no way to predict, nothing.
He hadn't felt fear down there, but he had known horror.
Sunshine's fingers were at his wrist. It was different from before, maybe from the confession or what had happened a several hours ago. He didn't breathe sharply, though his blood sped up in his veins. He couldn't even tell why anymore. He turned his hand over, exposing the other side of his wrist almost gingerly. It was strange to look at, even after having the scars for so many years. Like the story belonged to someone else, hazy and trying for distance.
"It will heal eventually. Until then, the reminder remains, for all the good it may do."
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Date: 2007-10-19 07:45 am (UTC)He hadn't felt fear down there, but he had known horror.
Sunshine's fingers were at his wrist. It was different from before, maybe from the confession or what had happened a several hours ago. He didn't breathe sharply, though his blood sped up in his veins. He couldn't even tell why anymore. He turned his hand over, exposing the other side of his wrist almost gingerly. It was strange to look at, even after having the scars for so many years. Like the story belonged to someone else, hazy and trying for distance.
"It will heal eventually. Until then, the reminder remains, for all the good it may do."