The pounding in his chest makes him wish he was dead.
She's gone now, and without her, he feels lost. And yet he trudges on, stumbling and aching all the same. His memories are like flames, tearing though his every sinew. Not even the falling rain can soothe his loss.
The bar stinks, so he sits outside, drenched. Hopeless.
His sorrows sting like salt against open flesh, and there that cursed man stands. Smirking, offering oblivion to him, who wants it most.
Against the wall, he finds himself before one he once hated the most.
He takes the man's hand.
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XBC2 Character Drabbles
FanfictionPaying homage to my favorite game by analyzing the characters in 100 words. I won't expressly mention each character. Can you guess who each chapter is about? Spoilers fr xbc2 and torna incoming.
