The End"You came back."The End in Fan Fiction More Like This
His voice hardly sounded like his own. It was feeble, tremulous
"I came back."
My own voice trembled, and I let the tears fall freely. He said nothing, and his eyes glistened as he simply stared. Silence hung in the air, draped with endless emotion, heavy and stifling and steeped in sorrow so powerful that I could not help but sob anew.
He let out a soft sigh, pained and mournful and tinged with wonder, and from his lips fell, scarcely more than a whisper,
"You came back."
I drew my fist up to my mouth, shaking my head furiously and choking back more sobs, my shoulders shaking with the effort. I despised myself, and oh, how he had deserved so much more!
"Please," I heard him say, "Please, do not oh, my dear, you mustn't"
But I could no longer feign strength. I could no longer stand so far from him and idly watch him disappear. I let out a piteous cry and ran to him, helpless and drawn to his dwindling frame as if by some supernatur
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I spent the next several days lying in wait in the old warehouse, in what appeared to be a long-abandoned basement.
Despite the familiar comfort of a cellar, I could not tolerate the gray. The room in which I was obliged to sojourn was gray---impersonal, industrial, mechanistic, hideous gray, from the endless maze of pipes that wove across the low ceiling to the crumbling stones set into the wall to the stained concrete floor. Geometrics, stark, uninspired geometrics; not a flourish of art, not a hint beauty. All was graythe loose hospital garments, the low, rumbling sky, the shadows of the maskgray, gray, gray, and I could not escape from it.
One would assume that an individual in my precarious condition would concern himself with matters of greater importance than the heinous architecture and drab color scheme, yet I was fixated upon it. And by God, I could not abide by it. It was sickening.
For I thirsted for beauty, and yet beauty seemed determined