Around me, the images are in flux. I did this with the vow.
I had a choice to walk away and allow fate to run its course. But when the
flames licked at the city and I only laid down to die, even though I was not
dead and could not die. I lost what was dearest to me…I allowed myself to lose
them. Then, I fought what I had become, unwilling to take what I needed,
refused the only sustenance that would fill the emptiness that I had become.
Now, there she is, returned from my long dark cold past. I
know it is she, it has to be, there is no other who can look at me this way and
melt away the tempest that boils within. Was it just a façade of her lying on
the floor filled with maggots for me to mourn and take replicas to suppress my
grief? Could it be that she made a similar vow? Or is this just another copy of
her to taunt me out of the shadows? I need more time to make my judgment of her,
before I waste her body as I have so many others.
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