[Wants to protest. Something, anything, because he knows he's just throwing himself at false hopes again, but his voice rebels and only gives a barely audible "I" in response before cracking one last time. Grip loosening, all movement ceasing, eyes closed and listening to a soft heartbeat he could never have again.]
[One beat. Then another. One more. And a voice so quiet it's almost nonexistent as to not disturb that soft rhythm in his ears.] No. It's my responsibility and mine alone... I won't have anyone help me run from it.
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Date: 2009-03-07 07:20 pm (UTC)[One beat. Then another. One more. And a voice so quiet it's almost nonexistent as to not disturb that soft rhythm in his ears.] No. It's my responsibility and mine alone... I won't have anyone help me run from it.