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lady_windermere) wrote2007-07-08 05:40 pm
lady_windermere) wrote2007-07-08 05:40 pm
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For the open_on_sunday prompt Wave
The three of you walk out the door. It is dark, and none of you want to remember. Gunn is still in hospital, but none of you head there. Illyria, head held high, walks a straight line across the street, dis-appearing down an alley.
You are silent as you consider your options. Now you have the chance to find yourself.
Angel heads right, so you go left. There are no comradely pats on the back, or handshake. No friendly waves good-bye. The three of you survive, but that is all you have now, each has their own destinies to fulfil.
You are silent as you consider your options. Now you have the chance to find yourself.
Angel heads right, so you go left. There are no comradely pats on the back, or handshake. No friendly waves good-bye. The three of you survive, but that is all you have now, each has their own destinies to fulfil.