Antoir Setrrin
I've Met My End
Several hours had passed since I woke up. But still I lay here, unmoving except for each quiet breath I take. For in my dreams, something had stirred. Memories. Frames of a life that had been torn from my mind, moving pictures inside my head that I can't remember or place. Some had made me smile. Others had caused me to flinch or cringe. Out of everything they had made me feel, the most overwhelming of all was a swirling sense of confusion. A lack of recognition, understanding, or acceptance of what I saw. None of it looked familiar, yet my brain was telling me it had happened. I had killed. I had tortured. I had burned villages to the ground, never once stopping to regret my actions. And yet I had also loved, protected, and nurtured. Who was I? What the bloody hell had been wrong with me? So many questions and so little time...
The night before I had promised Circe that we'd go out today. Eat at a restaurant, drink a little wine, maybe just take a walk. Something along the lines of a date. Now I was rethinking that, to busy pondering my past to realize it was almost time to leave. Still I was in my sweats, laying on my stomach and mumbling nonsense. It probably wouldn't be long before my lover came in, wondering what was keeping me. At least this time would be better then the last, where I had been laying half naked on the floor due to faulty knees... Or maybe she wouldn't come. Maybe I'd just lay here forever, regaining memories and trying to separate them from dreams.
The night before I had promised Circe that we'd go out today. Eat at a restaurant, drink a little wine, maybe just take a walk. Something along the lines of a date. Now I was rethinking that, to busy pondering my past to realize it was almost time to leave. Still I was in my sweats, laying on my stomach and mumbling nonsense. It probably wouldn't be long before my lover came in, wondering what was keeping me. At least this time would be better then the last, where I had been laying half naked on the floor due to faulty knees... Or maybe she wouldn't come. Maybe I'd just lay here forever, regaining memories and trying to separate them from dreams.
@[member="Circe Savan"]