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Why Can't They See?
There he stood, watching them silently from across the room, why couldn't they see it? Why couldn't they see what he saw? They should of been the first to see. Maybe they did but denial was easier to swallow.
He was a powerful man, more powerful than either of them could ever know, but he did know, surely he did, how couldn't he? He could feel the say looming when he would have to explain. It wouldn't be easy though, these two people, their lives to deeply connected, entwined together almost suffocating each other.
She was the lost soul, he was her protector, her saviour, she knew this ye she was still blind to the answer, blind to the signs he had left for her, blinded by everything, blinded by her constant battle against the world she was in. If she could accept it, relax into it, all it to envelop her, swallow her whole, she would be able to understand. Yes she was to be tested along the way, they all were, some sailed through, others needed help and sadly some were to fail. All too busy fighting, all except one, Sam. He had been fighting, as soon as he stopped he realised where he should be. Realised where he had life, where he had the whole world, the whole world. Then he'd made his mistake, a bad choice, one that would end things forever, he didn't wait to be led to safety, he didn't wait to be guided, steered towards the right path, this was how she had ended up here. It was all down to him, Sam.
She was beautiful, this woman, beautiful, they all agreed he knew that, but no one more than him, their leader, the strength of a thousand that one, but the courage of none. He needed to take that leap of faith as did she. They believed in each other, trusted each other implicitly, so why hold back?
He needed to test them, push them closer to the edge, try and rip their entwined lives apart, it would be dangerous he knew that, but if he didn't test them, didn't push them to breaking point, then that would be the end. The end of everything, the end of them, the end of...
"Luigi! Another bottle of yer 'ouse rubbish"
"Si, Mr Hunt" he sighed. Yes he would test them, he would have to use the sign, the rose in the window of his Trattoria, he didn't want to do it, he hated calling him, it was always a last resort, he would have to do this right, and pray. Pray for them, pray for himself, pray for all of the lost souls, pray harder than ever before.
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