(Awe . Cat. By the way, was reading an old roleplay. The Healing Wars. And my character was saying that yours couldn't leave, and that he should go back up stairs. And then Mahuri, your character, went "Please I'm delicate" C: )
"What...?" He whispered softly, his voice breaking softly. He'd hit her? He'd injured her that way? He felt anger wash over him, but more than that - sadness. "I. .Im. . .I. . " He couldnt muster the energy needed to say how sorry he was, his arms had unwrapped from around her shoulders, andhe couldn't even move them. He felt the pain pulsing in hie chest, but eben more than that. He felt sorry. "I..." He whispered, his voice giving put before he could continue. If he wasnt so obsessed with drinking. If he wasn't so mean to her. If he hadnt let her come back.
"Truthfully, I’ve seen it for the first time
Girl's Generation | SNSD
The deep eyes, like a scarred beast"