INTERROGATION PROMPT. |||||| @coastsick
“ i need you to tell me the truth.”
Her voice, her scent has somehow translated to dreams. What has he given her ? HEARTACHE. He’ll never be GOOD enough for her, and he’ll never be what she NEEDS. Yet, in his miserable heart he can’t let her go, SELFISH till the very end. Had she hoped to tame his ways, to somehow make the KILLER in him good ? Jackson will never know. He’s INTENSE to say the least, and there were FEW who could handle that intensity. That intensity burns even now, he’s sitting on her porch. Clothes bloody as he swallows down another sob, ANOTHER death has visited his door. Akin to some angel of death ALTHOUGH he’s closer to hell than he’s ever been before. REGRET or is the acknowledgement that his day of JUDGEMENT is closer than he planned ? He can’t meet her gaze nor stand to hear the DESPERATION in her voice. If only a simple explanation could mend everything, he knows that once he confesses his SINS their time will be UP. Jackson’s hands intertwine as elbows rest upon knees, and he TRIES to tame the beast that lives within.
STARVED for blood it would seem, and as eyes close momentarily he remembers the TORTURE that he had inflicted upon another. Hands shake as breath staggers WHO IS HE ? Part man part monster, though that monster will win, and start to destroy EVERYTHING he loves. ‘ I can’t ’ Jackson almost pleads as eyes open, and hands lower. Shoulders sag with the weight of what he’s done, the PATH he can never undo. ‘ Please . . . ’ IMPLORES Claire as eyes finally land upon hers. Can she feel the PAIN, see the desperation, and LOSS ? Tall frame gets up from chair as he looks down at her, ‘ I only want one thing right now . . . YOU ’ hand reaches out for her own, ‘ I can’t give you more. Wish I could ’ Tone soft and filled with all the sadness in the world. GRIEVES the part of him that has long ago died, and been replaced with HATRED, and REVENGE.