originally posted in:The New Dojo
I would rather wear honest tears than the most beautiful and elaborately faked smile.
-Ammourette didn't turn to face him, instead staring out across the landscape.-
Besides, I believe there is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are storytellers, messengers.... of overwhelming grief, Happiness, sometimes even love. Don't let a tear fool you though, I'm far from weak.
-It had been awhile since Ammourette had talked to... well anyone. She had never felt so alone then she did these past few months. The few people she knew, she had no idea where they were. Her family...? They were.....-
Your name?
-She changed the subject quickly.-
English
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[i] He laughs softly and smiles, wrapping his arms around her gently and hugging her.[/i] "Good.. I might have been insulted if you hadn't." [i]The same cheeky humor was still there. Same old Lance. He doesn't say anything, just letting her weep into his chest quietly, holding her against him. [/i]
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I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry. -She sobbed into his chest.- I didn't have control over my own actions. I was like a prisoner in my mind, forced to watch as i... -She whimpered softly not loosening up on her embrace, it had been so long since she'd seen a friendly face.-
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''I know.. you don't have to apologize. I understand.'' [i]Lance held her tightly, feeling her tears dampen his t-shirt, but didn't let her go. To think.. he'd almost killed her because he'd thought she was beyond saving..[/i] ''Are you okay?'' [i]He asks over her shoulder, his arms still wrapped around her. Ammourette was one of the kindest souls he'd ever met. The world needed more people like her, and he was so, so happy she was back. Even he didn't show it..that wasn't his way.[/i]