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Subject: � Let | It | Go �

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Armand

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Date Posted: 13:57:33 01/20/03 Mon

Auburn haired young man strolls along the beach, deep in thought. Absentmindedly pulling on one of his curls, his intense pale blue-gray eyes turn towards the ground, yet remaining unfocused. How could he? How could he fate another to live, or rather, not live the life he had been cursed to? Damnit. He chews on his lip with one of his fangs, drawing blood, yet not caring. Without a thought, his tongue darts out, taking the stray dot before the cut heals. He sighs as he stops chewing his lip, in case a human walked by and happened to see his fangs. He looked up at the starry skies as a warm breeze rustked his hair and clothes. All his childhood friends were up there. He would give anything to live the life ofa mortal. To be able to watch the sunrise without having to wear coats of sun screen and singlasses. To look in a mirror... He'd almost forgotten what he looked like. To eat normal foods. His mouth waters at the thought. Pasta, bread, chicken, salad. He shakes his head, pushing them out of his mind. He'd never have those things again. He'd accepted that long ago, yet he could not help dreaming about them every now and then... No use dwelling on dreams. He turns his thoughts back to battering himself for having changed her.

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