There's just silence. Nothing but my harsh breathing for a few minutes, and then I turn back to look at him, my palms held out at my sides. Helpless. Fucking great. Guess I should get used to the feelin'.
"So, what? That's it? You got nothing?" I ask, like having answers will suddenly make things any better. I know they won't.
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Date: 2007-01-18 03:45 am (UTC)"So, what? That's it? You got nothing?" I ask, like having answers will suddenly make things any better. I know they won't.