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keepmeclose22 · 10-28-2011, 01:14 AM

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Originally Posted by EastonionNW

And what could Nate do? Pam's tears were his fault. How could he possibly alleviate them? He continued pacing, wiping more and more tears as he went back and forth. But I did love Faina... No. No, I do love Faina. I can't escape that. A small sob escaped his throat. But I love Pam, too! Why does this have to be so hard?! Nate collapsed and stayed there, shivering and starting to cry on the stone floor, longing for someone. But who was it? Who did he want? Was it Pam, or was it Faina? Nate couldn't tell as he lie there in a slowly growing pool of his own tears.

Pam looked up, and suddenly felt regret. She should be helping her friend get through his problems. Not sit around, waiting for someone to fix hers. Not finding the strength to walk, she crawled over to Nate, and touched his shoulder. "Nate." She said in a quiet, hoarse, voice. What are you doing?! The voice hissed, sorta sounding Italian. I'm helping my friend. Pam responded in her head. She wasn't about to let the voice of who she feared most rule her life. She was going to help her friend, in any means neccessary.

10-28-2011, 01:14 AM	#53 (permalink)
keepmeclose22 DMAC Billywig Join Date: Aug 2010 Posts: 3,795 Hogwarts RPG Name: Evangeline Whitlock Slytherin First Year	Quote: Originally Posted by EastonionNW And what could Nate do? Pam's tears were his fault. How could he possibly alleviate them? He continued pacing, wiping more and more tears as he went back and forth. But I did love Faina... No. No, I do love Faina. I can't escape that. A small sob escaped his throat. But I love Pam, too! Why does this have to be so hard?! Nate collapsed and stayed there, shivering and starting to cry on the stone floor, longing for someone. But who was it? Who did he want? Was it Pam, or was it Faina? Nate couldn't tell as he lie there in a slowly growing pool of his own tears. Pam looked up, and suddenly felt regret. She should be helping her friend get through his problems. Not sit around, waiting for someone to fix hers. Not finding the strength to walk, she crawled over to Nate, and touched his shoulder. "Nate." She said in a quiet, hoarse, voice. What are you doing?! The voice hissed, sorta sounding Italian. I'm helping my friend. Pam responded in her head. She wasn't about to let the voice of who she feared most rule her life. She was going to help her friend, in any means neccessary.