Building And Swelling

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Building and swelling. Swelling and building.
Pain and sorrow. Uncertainty and confusion.
Rage and anger. All building and swelling.

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"It's your fault. You are the reason for it."
This was all that could run through the Isldars head as he walked
Along the street in the heavy rain that fell around his soaked form.


He walked into his home, slamming the door behind himself
Stumbling over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of heavy liquor
Any kind, he had no care as he popped the cork and drank from its contents.


"It's your fault. You are the reason for it."
The words kept running through his mind as he took another swig, then another.
His mind raced, his pain continued.


"It's your fault. It's your fault."
Silver fell to the ground against the wall.
Another swig.
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"You know what you did."
Another. As he looked around, breathing heavily.
His purple eyes flicked around frantically.
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"You got him killed. He died because of you."
Silver groaned, head falling back down as he hissed.
Another is taken. Bottle half empty.
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Building and swelling. Swelling and building.
Pain and sorrow. Uncertainty and confusion.
Rage and anger. All building and swelling.

"Your negligence. What you didn't do for him."
Breathing got harder, hitching, catching in his throat.
His arms shaking, body tensing, mind racing.
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"You! Killed! Coren! You killed him"
The bottle flies through the air, from his hand, hits a wall.
Crash! The glass shatters, alcohol flows down. Silver left… empty.
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"N-..No… No."
He uttered simply, panting with shaking breath.
Tears. Rare tears. Flowed down his pale cheek, falling to the ground.
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"I… I want h-him back. I miss him.."
His voice was weak, defeated in tone.
Another tear fell.
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"He is gone. Because of you."
Another tear fell.
Silvers muscles tensed. Limbs shaking. Head throbbing.
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"Why… couldn't I save him..?"
His question rang through his head.
Stuck in the air as the thoughts continued.
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"He is. Gone. It's your fault."
Swelling and building. Building and swell.
All he could do… was yell.
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"Fucking.. Dammit!"
Cried out the Warden, mercenary, with so many depending on him.
His voice went hoarse before stopping. Silent once more.
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"It's your fault."
Was left with him.
Another tear fell. He fell too.

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Building and swelling. Swelling and building.
Pain and sorrow. Uncertainty and confusion.
Rage and anger. All building and swelling.

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This is what happens.
When things are left to build and swell.
Swell and build. They burst.​

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