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06-12-2006, 07:05 AM
Tidus sneezed, his sunglasses slipping down his nose a little, and he sighed, taking his sunglasses off and closing his eyes. The first day that he'd started developing mutant charcteristics was only a month before. It had been a week before that his father had killed himself and his mother.
He put his sunglasses back on, tapping the left lense out of habit, and looked around the park. It was quiet, no one around.
He hated quiet.
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...
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