Date: 2010-11-27 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hear-myself.livejournal.com
He sighed, watching the small beads of water from his breath form a spot of fog on the window. Watching as the spot shrunk, slowly, until it disappeared again. The fight had left him a while ago, and all that was left now was that utter confusion, and the fear that he had struggled for too long and would never be able to get out. How could he even begin to save himself from this when admitting it out loud would make it seem like everything up to the point when that admission left his lips was a lie.

Really loved this bit :D
As always I love your writing :)
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