Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
There was no point. Nothing to prove. The only one he'd cared to prove anything to was gone, and would never return. Weaver never told him that rushing off to follow her was the last thing she would want. If he tried, he could sort of guess what she might want, but... she'd left him behind. She had no say in what he did anymore.
That thought alone almost sent him crumbling to the floor.
By the time he drew level with Kiada, sweat was already pouring down his face. From the pain, from the strain of moving when he shouldn't be. "Not my problem," he grunted, and started working his way up the stair. Black spots were dancing before his eyes, but the choking sensation of this closed in room was worse, so Korbin persisted.
He needed out. Had to leave, had to go. Anywhere but here. Preferably nowhere at all.
At the very least, away from this girl who acted as though she cared when really, she was just stroking her own ego by dealing with someone she didn't know. No one would praise her for it, and he was not grateful.
The apple she'd 'saved' from falling to the ground was already rotted at the core. The harder she held on, the sooner it would burst in her hand.
That thought alone almost sent him crumbling to the floor.
By the time he drew level with Kiada, sweat was already pouring down his face. From the pain, from the strain of moving when he shouldn't be. "Not my problem," he grunted, and started working his way up the stair. Black spots were dancing before his eyes, but the choking sensation of this closed in room was worse, so Korbin persisted.
He needed out. Had to leave, had to go. Anywhere but here. Preferably nowhere at all.
At the very least, away from this girl who acted as though she cared when really, she was just stroking her own ego by dealing with someone she didn't know. No one would praise her for it, and he was not grateful.
The apple she'd 'saved' from falling to the ground was already rotted at the core. The harder she held on, the sooner it would burst in her hand.
Thousand voices dead at my feet
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
