06-12-2006, 07:16 AM
Tidus still sat against the tree, but on the other side. His mottled brown clothes made him blend in with the bark a little, so he was a bit hard to see.
When Anastasia walked through, he looked up, and said, "Miss, do you know the way to the library? I have to return a book." He waved it; it was a Terry Brooks book.
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...