Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-28578706-20180801145912/@comment-34052734-20180802030743

Clark now actually was crying, sobbing even. He had dropped down to his knees, out of her tight grasp and wept. His face tightened as tears rolled down his reddening cheeks, nostrils stinging, throat burning. His good-hearted nature was forever damaged from everything he’s went through, every combination of life decisions to end right here. Right now. He wanted to scream, but he only howled with agony. “...I’m sorry,” he said inaudibly, whimpering, “I-I-“ Clark started tearing up again and was unable to complete his apology.