He stared desperately up at her.
“Surely,” he pleaded, “you know I’m innocent!”
But she couldn’t meet his gaze. Silently, she turned her back.
And as she left his cell, he was overcome by despair greater than any had ever known.
Seriously, the despair was great. Like, fucking amazing.
Born of betrayal and hopelessness, it was almost tangible, like a cloud. There was purity to it, like true love, like abandonment.
It was… beautiful.
But I digress. The next day he was hanged. He died alone and afraid.
And I still can’t get over how much I loved that despair.
Friday, September 24, 2010
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