I should have seen this coming.

[frost_incarnate]

I should have, but somehow I did not.

I have nothing to say. There are no words left. I picked up my violin, but there was no music to play, only noise, and I am not surprised because I think that nothing beautiful can come of this.


I regret nothing.


Every word I spoke, every deed I did, I would do again.


What does that make me?

Comments

Re:

[frost-incarnate.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid to talk now. I feel... that rage, that we briefly discussed earlier. One way or another, discussing things with you might not end well now.

Re:

[veela-fatale.livejournal.com]

I see.
Smashing things always helps.

Re:

[frost-incarnate.livejournal.com]

I've borrowed the Bludgers and a Beater's club and gone out to the Quidditch pitch with that in mind.