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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 24, 2009 4:46:19 GMT
Antosha shook his head, unable to cheat on Brynn with her any longer. "Don't thank me" he said blandly. He pretended to ignore the sincerity of her voice, focusing on the walls. They felt like they were closing in, daring for him to trip up like he did before.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 24, 2009 4:51:43 GMT
She frowned, bringing her hand in closely, watching him carefully. Was being in the hospital upsetting him so much? Or did he just believe in what they'd agreed on? Her feelings were starting to come back, making her head pound. "Do you not want to be here, or not want to be with me?" she asked, her voice clear and cold, with a smile. She was finding what she needed to know, even if she wouldn't remember it, but also testing herself.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 24, 2009 5:04:39 GMT
"I hate it here." Antosha shivered, looking around. Why did all these rooms have to look the same? Why did they all have to have the same purpose? He put his head into his hands, trying to remember how to breath. He hated it here, hated it with every fiber of his being.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 24, 2009 5:09:41 GMT
She nodded and looked down, scribbling into her pages, 'Antosha doesn't like hospitals. Make him comfortable while he's here,' her letters large and cursive. "I'll understand if you go...." she said slowly, still writing, "Actually, I won't, I'll just not remember you were here in the first place, but either way, right now, I'll understand." she said, looking at him closely, smiling. He was being so helpful, he had done so much and had continued to stay even when he knew how she was. He was like the brother she'd never really had.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 24, 2009 5:17:21 GMT
"Get some sleep." his voice was hoarse, defeated. Julie gently touched his shoulder before going to Diane, doing what he wouldn't dare. Gently she planted a kiss on the girl's forehead, letting her cold airy lips start a healing process in her head. "Get well soon." she smiled, walking out of the room to let Antosha and Diane have time alone, if only for a second.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 24, 2009 5:20:50 GMT
She felt the cold lips of Julie against her forehead, smiling politely even though it terrified her. Even just before she and Antosha were alone, she turned to him, asking, "I-This might sound like a stupid question but I'm not dying, am I?" she asked, looking around, "I just... everyone keeps tiptoeing around me, and looking at me like..." she shook her head softly. It didn't hurt so much to do anymore.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 24, 2009 5:29:03 GMT
Antosha shook his head, smiling though it wasn't funny. "No Dia, your not dying. But do yourself a favor, Call your brother. While you remember, ok? Try to make up with him." His voice was steady, not blinking while he said this. He knew they weren't on the best of terms and they should fix that, every family should get along.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 24, 2009 5:34:46 GMT
She looked at him, confused. Why mention him in the midst of all this? She didn't really see much connection, though she found it hard to just agree with him, "I-I can't do that so easily." she said with a shrug, "It's not as simple as you think." she said with a small shrug, looking down, "If I do that I'm admitting what I did was wrong, and I did a lot of horrible things. I've tried, and..." she shook her head slowly, turning to the window and looking out.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 24, 2009 5:41:22 GMT
"Keep trying." his words were soft, caressing even. He kept his distance, emotionally and physically. Not that he didn't care, because he did, but he just didn't care. Every family should be together, they should be happy. Maybe they could make up and actually have family dinners or something, not with him of course. He'd just pop over to Mayu's like always.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 24, 2009 5:46:55 GMT
"I can't!" she snapped, her voice sharp and controlling, but as she carried on it span higher and higher, more and more desperate, "If I do that then I'm admitting I like him and if I do that then I'm admitting he's my brother and that's admitting..." she bit her lip but the word flashed vividly in her mind. Incest.
"We saw each other once every couple of months before my mum disappeared. We would pull each others hair and get on each others nerves, but we were kids. Then..." she paused, looking down, "Then my mum died. And we couldn't escape each other. I just needed to get away from him." she said, tightening her hands into fists. "I am so glad I'm not going to remember this..."
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 24, 2009 23:32:13 GMT
"You can be cruel to him, you know that?" He would take advantage of her memory loss, hoping she wouldn't remeber a thing. Vivid memories still entering his mind at light speed. "Dear god, De! You could have that stuff repaired! But he can never fix his hand! What the hell is wrong with you? I've been patient, I've dealt with all your crap, all your lies. But then you try and act innocent? Act like you didn't have a part in this?" Antosha glared at her, working to keep his anger under control. Wouldn't want another body on his hands.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 25, 2009 1:47:28 GMT
"And I can never get back the things he broke..." she said with a shrug, "The things my mother gave me that he broke I can never get back." she said through thin lips, "We were just a stupid mistake which was forced to find an ending. I'm not innocent, and I've said myself if I had to choose a side in this war I'd choose neither. I hate myself for all I've done. Why do you think I was even at the cliffside?" she said, biting her lip and turning away, trying to think of something, anything else. Just to let this moment pass and be forgotten forever.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 25, 2009 3:02:32 GMT
Antosha fumed, silently venting. His face was a blank canvas, waiting for something to explode onto it. "Whatever." he grimaced, wanting to walk out the door right away. Let Miss Morphine deal with this herself. But no, he was too kind for that.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 25, 2009 3:15:40 GMT
She frowned, knowing that his answer was possibly the worst answer possible. If he had yelled at her she could take the pain just as she knew she deserved. But if she'd heard sympathy then, to an extent, she'd also hear that.
"You're going to explode with so many secrets..." she said slowly, "If there's anything you've just wanted to say without hurting my feelings or whatever, nows your chance. Anything you want to see the reaction of without the pain of the day after? Today I am your personal pin cushion..." she told him slowly.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 25, 2009 3:32:08 GMT
He looked at her, his eyes broken and lost, just like the day they danced. Vulnerability in the extreme, then it was gone and his eyes hardened to stone. "Then I'll explode instead." his words were strong and steady. Just like the picture he displayed. An idea came to mind, he smiled to himself and reached for a paper and pencil. "Let me draw you?" he asked, pulling up a chair and a hardened surface.
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