[he was so close. he'd seen behind the wall; it was right there. something hurt and old, something toyed with by something unreachable, something just like him. it should have been pulled out. it should have turned to anger, even if that anger had been aimed at him. that would have been much preferable to it disappearing like this.
because he watches as it is suddenly gone. he can feel himself being pushed away, and--again--it happens when he's least expecting it.
all of the tense, furious energy waiting to be unleashed is still there, but there's a shiver through the whole thing. for a small second, his face falls, and the surprise is visible.]
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because he watches as it is suddenly gone. he can feel himself being pushed away, and--again--it happens when he's least expecting it.
all of the tense, furious energy waiting to be unleashed is still there, but there's a shiver through the whole thing. for a small second, his face falls, and the surprise is visible.]
Wait--
[he can't really be leaving him, can he?]