( He felt useless. He didn't have a purpose. He meant nothing. He felt like he'd lived centuries and hadn't lived at all. He didn't want to die like that. Damn, even his first game wasn't this bad and you know its serious when he almost considers his first run the good days.
It takes him a moment to respond. It's like he's trying to find the right words. Maybe he's trying to find a way to explain himself. Make up an excuse. Tell a good story. )
I wasn't honest with you but I never lied either. ( He really should just speak his thoughts right now. God damn you stubborn bastard. ) I love...d you so much I--
( His heart aches. He wants to hold her hand right now. He wants to hold her like he used to. Be happy like he was. )
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It takes him a moment to respond. It's like he's trying to find the right words. Maybe he's trying to find a way to explain himself. Make up an excuse. Tell a good story. )
I wasn't honest with you but I never lied either. ( He really should just speak his thoughts right now. God damn you stubborn bastard. ) I love...d you so much I--
( His heart aches. He wants to hold her hand right now. He wants to hold her like he used to. Be happy like he was. )
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...