who stole your heart and the key?

[steelmyself]

In the dark, you taste something sweet and tart on your tongue, almost like apple but not quite: pomegranate juice, out of nowhere. A hint of something metallic accompanies it.

You fall down.

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Re: THE FIELD

[steelmyself]

"You don't?" She pauses at that. "It's a good thing I'm an English teacher! A boyfriend is a lover, a beau, a paramour, a romantic partner. And he's mad at himself, not you."

Re: THE FIELD

[hailstormed]

[ ... ???? ]

But... he gets mad at me? I, um. I don't... think it's anything like that, either...

Re: THE FIELD

[steelmyself]

"That's because he's a bit of an idiot."

Re: THE FIELD

[hailstormed]

I don't see how that makes a difference...

Re: THE FIELD

[steelmyself]

She sighs. "Well, maybe he'll be better after all of this."

Re: THE FIELD

[hailstormed]

[ he doesn't know what "better" means, or really hold out hope for change at all. at least nothing that he could do.

he stares at the sword in his hand for a moment, before turning to go. ]

Re: THE FIELD

[steelmyself]

You make your way further down the slope. Soon, the rocky walls close in around you...