A/n: Be warned, I tried a slightly different style of writing for this drabble, I'm not converting or anything so don't worry if you don't like it, lol. By the way, did anyone watch that new show My Kinda Town last night? The one where they did the troll infested town of Mount Horeb? That's where I live:)
gundamjunkierx780-Do you mean the Tantalus 28:14? I've forgotten which book I got 28:14 (maybe I made it up...I can't remeber cries). But for sure Tantalus is made up. I wanted to use the name of a character from a Greek myth, and for some reason I chose the guy who cooked his son and fed him to the gods. I'm a bit weird that way I suppose, lol. :)
Blonde-Existentialist-I shall be your savior! All you gotta do is catch me while I hurtle towards the ground at enormous speeds (be warned: you might get crushed). :)
Hola-Meg-a-Cola-Thank you very much. I live in Wisconsin, so it's a little easier for me (though I have to get a ride from my mom since I still don't have a lisense...even though I turned 16 way back in May). :)
One man scorned and covered with scars still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars; and the world will be better for this.
Joe Darion, "The Impossible Dream"
24 Scar
It would always be there, the scar.
The scar he'd given himself to seal his wounds.
The wounds given to him by Lust.
The bitch of a sin that had told her he was dead.
The news that had made her feel anger, sorrow, and hopelessness all at once.
Feelings that had overwhelmed her, to the point she'd lost the will to live.
She had wanted to die, to be by his side in the afterlife.
But then, as if the fates had taken pity on her, he appeared, beaten but alive.
Fear had still clung to her, despite her sudden happiness; his wounds were serious, his eyes swimming with death.
But he had made it, as had she. She had never been happier in all her life, he was still with her, still with her…
These were the thoughts and emotions that coursed through her, every time she saw that pale smooth scar.
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