*Walking through the dark and empty streets of Caldwell he was filled with frustration. Dearest Scribe Virgin! He had been on edge for days now and could not decide what it was that was bothering him the most:; the fact that the lessers were apparently in hiding giving him no outlet for his anger or that his anger, which was brought on by his inability to put into words his true feelings toward Keaira, was of his own making. Dammit! He could not continue down this road. And whilst he knew a decision had to be made he was reluctant to do so and could not say why. Throe shook his head. Nay, twas not true. He knew the cause for his inability to approach Keaira with his feelings. and twas because he feared her rejection or worse, that she would feel the same way only to leave him at some point in the not too distant future. SV what a damn dilemma. Turning to look a the empty streets, he made the decision to demat home. As he arrived on his front lawn, he noticed a few of the lights on giving the place a welcoming look that had been needed. Grinning, he ran for the front door knowing that she was within and would be able to calm the animal that was inside him. He pushed open the door and called out* Lewlhen?! Are you here?
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 22:57:48 +0000