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Date Posted: 01:20:56 02/07/03 Fri
Author: .owen.
Subject: .No.Genius.
In reply to: Erica 's message, "Knowlege." on 18:49:25 02/06/03 Thu

. Dusty seemed to just be getting faster... and faster... and faster. Well, maybe the horse was staying the same pace, and Owen's mind was just playin' tricks on him. Yeah, that was probably the case...

Trying to ignore the knawing sense of uneasiness within himself, he tried to listen to what Erica was saying, and tried to understand it. Her lips closed and in drew silence, before he was ready to conjure up some words that could possibly comfort her in some way. Speechless he stayed, for a few moments as his ears witnessed the quiet drum of hooves upon brittle terrain. Finally, his mind worked out something that made sense, that was acceptable enough for her to hear, "Erica... Listen, I'm really sorry if what I say in the next minute or so, is horrible -- or confusing, or un-comprehendable..." Inhaling deeply, he relaxed a bit and made a last-minute grab for words. He felt his thighs loosen up 'gainst the saddle, as he spoke with a low tone, "I'm just... I'm in one of those situations where I don't know what to say. You've gone through so much... I mean, I'm just... sorry... Erica, I'm so sorry. You've got to let yourself believe that it isn't you're fault in anyway, at all... Things just happen, and alot of the time there ain't a damned thing we can do about em'. Before I heard about you're whole life, and what you've gone through, I thought I had it bad, and now, God, I just... I wish I could have taken you're place. You're a such good person, and don't deserve all these traumatic things that have happened to you. Trust me -- When I meet God, That's the first thing I'm going to ask him. I'm going to ask him why he had to do this all to you..." Trailing to a quiet close, his lips finally shut and he just turned to face her. He hated to see her tears, hated the sadness that lingered upon her face. Ever since he had been little, he had strived against having that 'sad' emotion within him, he had promised himself that instead of making his life one of tears, he'd make it one of laughs... Thus; his usual 'joker' state. More then anything, he wanted to hold her and just promise he that everything would be okay... But he didn't know if everything would, and couldn't promise it -- unless he knew. "Listen, if you want to leave..." It was said quietly, and was never finished; allowing her to room to decide whether to stay, or to go.


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