take it for what it is
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It was as if the guilt was starting to eat away at him. His insides churned at the thought of her cold to his touch.
He must remain impassive. Dead. Cold. Skin so cold...
More insistent this time. He must move on. He must.
The bitter cold of the forest he ran through was just another reminder of the stillness he had caused. The white void in his mind and heart he had started constructing the moment he sheathed the blade in the flesh of her heart. His heart.
He tripped over a root and stumbed to his knees. The wet snow started to seep through the wool, and he couldn't feel anything but foolish.
"Damnit!" he pounded the ground with his fist. "Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!"
He collapsed on the ground, unwilling to go any futher, and his vision slowly faded to black.
He looked so ragged, she couldn't believe her eyes. Was this really him? She bent over his unconcious form, and prodded his shoulder in an attempt to rouse him. When he didn't stir, sh
so. yeah, this is