Well hopefully I'll have this finished before winter break is over and then I can go to work on Shadows of Violet and Kissing Lessons. If this isn't finished by Jan. 6 feel free to lynch me ^_^. It should be though unless prevented by an unstoppable force…or my mother.
Kyoshi
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Chapter 2: Never Let The Walls Fall
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You know, you'd figure that after I let the mask down I would have had enough sense to replace it, not to mention reinforce it. Then again, I never did have any common sense when it came to anything even remotely related to Quatre.
I don't know, maybe I was just too tired to put the mask back on, or maybe I just didn't want to. I don't even remember what I was thinking anymore. Either way Quatre and I seemed to get closer each day.
We talked more each day and I found myself becoming more and more open with him. I talked more in one day than I ever had in my entire life. And as I spent more time with him all the feelings I had kept hidden behind my mask and the walls around my heart began to leak through cracks and float to the surface.
Isn't that how it always starts? A tiny leak. Then, before you know it, there's a full-fledged flood breaking through any and all walls there are. You couldn't stop it even if you wanted to...and I'm not sure I did.
Yet it still wasn't too late to turn back. Even then I could have turned and walked away. I might have hurt Quatre, but he still would be here, alive. I wouldn't have had him, but is that such a bad thing? The only thing that I ever brought him was pain. So which would have been better? Him hurting then or him living now?
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T.B.C.?
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