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Date Posted: 15:32:01 03/26/02 Tue
Author: Ron Weasley
Subject: -Fear Hinders More Than Death-
In reply to: Kern Adouv 's message, "Present the Fear" on 19:19:25 03/25/02 Mon

-The gesture is noticed and the youth pauses in his progress, emotionless orbs scrutinizing the femme. A curt nod finally becomes his acknowledgement of the wave, though no more occurs. A smile required far, far too much happiness than the boy had. Happiness that he felt that would never be had again, so devasting was the emotional damage-

-There was a gaping hole where his heart was. It felt as if it was physically there, but the pain was all in his mind. He couldn't bring himself to feel anything more than fear and pain, no matter the willpower-

-Stumbling yet again, victim of poor health, the young man doubles over momentarily, deep, wracking coughs issuing forth from pinched face. A hand reaches out to the wall to steady himself as his frame is straightened and iris flickers to the stable structure-

-The walls! So close, so close, they were closing in on him, he couldn't breathe! No, God no, don't do this to me, I don't deserve it, I'm not dead, please, nonononononono!-

-He snatches his appendage from the wall as if burned, staring at the blank surface in horror and fear. For half an instant only terror is clear in mahogany eyes and then, with an obvious act of willpower, it too is gone, as if he had never beheld the wall-

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