02-08-2020, 12:52 AM
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Coming face to face with the man who killed his daughter was not at the top of Crow's list of priorities. Ever since he laid his gaze across her limp corpse, he found himself unable to shake the memory from his head. In the seconds that followed Pastel's demise, any progress he had made in recovering from his tumultuous youth had reversed itself. Crow couldn't sleep again. He didn't want to leave his house, and when he did leave his house, he only really felt at ease by Leroy's side. In the months that followed, he saw her everywhere, yet that was not where it stopped. When it was too quiet, he could hear her calling for help, a false memory he created, and he blamed himself for not being there. He knew it wasn't real, but that didn't make it feel any less real.
The feline felt it was quite pathetic.
He hung toward the back of the crowd, his willpower channeled toward keeping his feet planted where he stood. As much as he wanted to run away, he would not let himself. The feline trudged forward toward the familiar faces he sought, and his gaze swept across the flames that would seal Jervis's fate. He saw his daughter again, except this time no one was going to help her.
Crow was trembling as he fell into the solace of Leroy's figure. He wanted to go home.
Coming face to face with the man who killed his daughter was not at the top of Crow's list of priorities. Ever since he laid his gaze across her limp corpse, he found himself unable to shake the memory from his head. In the seconds that followed Pastel's demise, any progress he had made in recovering from his tumultuous youth had reversed itself. Crow couldn't sleep again. He didn't want to leave his house, and when he did leave his house, he only really felt at ease by Leroy's side. In the months that followed, he saw her everywhere, yet that was not where it stopped. When it was too quiet, he could hear her calling for help, a false memory he created, and he blamed himself for not being there. He knew it wasn't real, but that didn't make it feel any less real.
The feline felt it was quite pathetic.
He hung toward the back of the crowd, his willpower channeled toward keeping his feet planted where he stood. As much as he wanted to run away, he would not let himself. The feline trudged forward toward the familiar faces he sought, and his gaze swept across the flames that would seal Jervis's fate. He saw his daughter again, except this time no one was going to help her.
Crow was trembling as he fell into the solace of Leroy's figure. He wanted to go home.