Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27147599-20180109035748/@comment-34052734-20180327033833

"I do very much care the same about you," he replied softly.

Sir James had now lost his patience and slammed his fists against the closet door. He yelled curses, pounding the door until his fists pulsed the rhythm of his heart and were red with defeat. His voice dried up to a whisper as he sunk to his knees at the foot of the door. And this is how his death would begin. If only. If only someone could hear. If only someone could see. If only someone could think. If only someone could believe. Believe. No. Yes. Give up. No. Yes. No. He closed his eyes.