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𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗮:
𝗔 𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁
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He sees his face everywhere he goes,

he kills, he drinks,

In vain.

Nothing can erase the images from his mind,

The way in which his skin turned grey, his eyes wide open in a daze as he weighed heavier in his arms

Dead,

He thinks it's even a small part of the reason why he's fighting for his family

Elijah would have wanted him to at least try,

And if nothing else,still and all that's a good enough reason to exert himself.

He can't swear he doesn't regret what he's done, but pride has always been his pitfall

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She used to swear she'll marry him one day,

She was young and no matter how much life experience she gathered in the years she spent on the streets

She was still after all seventeen

He was in a way her knight in shining armor , used to love and pamper her, Showered her with gifts anytime he came from his long travels in search of wolves to turn

He took her to every club he went to, never denied her anything no matter how extravagant it was

He made her feel loved, taken care of, called her every word of endearment, enough to get her dizzy and lovestruck

He was her whole world.

And he failed her,

Her past hadn't fucked her up the way his abandonment did.

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She's puffing on another cigarette with a beer in hand,

Anything to feel some sort of relief after a long day on her feet,

Her eyes catch the necklace with the big "M" stamped on it,

It's the present he gave her for her eighteenth birthday,
He had carved it for her himself

She sighs, her cigarette sits half smoked in an ashtray as she moves to pick up the necklace,

It's the only item he gave her she hasn't sold whenever things got too rough

She couldn't,

She still remembers the way he put it on her before placing a gentle kiss on the back of her neck,
Calling her "exquisite"

She continues to be in a blue funk ever since he left her

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