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Tragic's Wake
Break The Silence
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Want, wanting. He sees and hungers for lovely. Her footsteps call out, chase me, chase me. He pursues, watching lovely’s steps. Entranced by her motions he follows helpless into the abyss. Losing himself in want. Wanting to lose himself in lovely. Lovely is why he moves, why he goes this way and that.
He spies one talking to lovely. This formless, shameless, useless beast talking to his lovely. Sidetrack, follow the fool. Two quick flashes one silver, one red. He has saved his lovely from the beast. Not that she’ll know.
Days go into months, he knows lovely now. Where she’ll step next. Where she rests her head. Lovely rests less now. Something must be troubling her. She looks out windows and over her shoulder. Lovely is looking for her beloved. She fears losing him before he reaches her. That much is obvious to him. He steps to her door, takes hold of the cold steel, and the wanting ends.
