super lavitz, the hero of bahamut (gripes) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-11-06 20:26:00 |
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And so it'd come. No amount of alcohol or hopeful wishing could erase the inevitable, the shadow of what was approaching: Scorpio 19th, mere days away. The Monday was creeping closer, lingering on Lavitz's mind as he did all he could to not dread its arrival, but every year, the reaction was the same. Five, ten, twenty years after the fact, and he still feared the notion of confronting the grave of a dead woman. |