Kain continued to kiss Rosa, thoughts in mind to move somewhere more private as the vision faded away. He reached out as if he could attempt to draw Rosa back toward him and keep her there... but it was useless to try. She was gone, the whole scene was over. He was left with the bitter feeling of reality.
"...no," he spoke barely above a whisper, but the desperation was evident in his voice. He wondered illogically if there were some way to make it return... some way to remain and never lose that feeling again. He didn't care if it wasn't real.
...and then he recalled that he had an audience. Kain couldn't meet either of their eyes, turning away and folding his arms. He said nothing, although it was probably evident by now that he was no longer experiencing his memory. ...or... not a memory this time. More like his wildest fantasy.
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Date: 2010-02-04 07:39 am (UTC)"...no," he spoke barely above a whisper, but the desperation was evident in his voice. He wondered illogically if there were some way to make it return... some way to remain and never lose that feeling again. He didn't care if it wasn't real.
...and then he recalled that he had an audience. Kain couldn't meet either of their eyes, turning away and folding his arms. He said nothing, although it was probably evident by now that he was no longer experiencing his memory. ...or... not a memory this time. More like his wildest fantasy.