Date: 2007-10-14 12:35 pm (UTC)
It was las if he could feel the life slowly being drained from him, and as he grew weaker, the fighting stopped. Soon he was just holding on, trying to stay upright as he let out one sharp sob.

It was dark, so fucking dark, and even the lamplight in the distance seemed to fade as he clutched at the stranger's shoulders.

He should have stayed home.
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