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Nov. 20th, 2004 12:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kabelecedHe sits in an empty corner of his room, one knee pulled up to his chest and the other curled around him. It's quiet, up here. Nobody to subject to his ineptitude and varied other problems.
It's so attractive an idea just to sit up here, forever, and never go down to the bar again. He needn't put anyone else through this. They don't need it, after all, and he doesn't deserve to have the happiness he'd get from being down there.
And yet -- in the top drawer of the dresser lies the ring Desire gave him, placed there on Monday. He hadn't been able to give it to Desire then; even though he knew he should've, he just couldn't. And maybe he didn't want to, then. He still doesn't. Giving it back means finality, means that it's really happened. Somehow, he doesn't want that.
Still.
He knows what he needs to do.
He doesn't deserve it, anyway.
It's so attractive an idea just to sit up here, forever, and never go down to the bar again. He needn't put anyone else through this. They don't need it, after all, and he doesn't deserve to have the happiness he'd get from being down there.
And yet -- in the top drawer of the dresser lies the ring Desire gave him, placed there on Monday. He hadn't been able to give it to Desire then; even though he knew he should've, he just couldn't. And maybe he didn't want to, then. He still doesn't. Giving it back means finality, means that it's really happened. Somehow, he doesn't want that.
Still.
He knows what he needs to do.
He doesn't deserve it, anyway.
