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Live through this ~~lie~~
Posted on July 14, 2017 at 01:57:22 PM by S H A M WARI

Was I left behind?
Tell me, tell me I survived.

I try my damnedest not to think of that day, but it haunts me. I see Kasabian's face, I watch his green eyes follow the path of Valve's hooves as they cut through the air. In that moment, I see him at peace, realizing what comes next. The venomous words stop flowing from his lips. I watch my brother's body go limp. I watch him crumple to the floor, not one breathe left in his lungs. I want to hate him for all this. I want to be able to shake my head and say good riddance, he deserved what happened to him. But there's this lingering guilt that churns in my gut.

Kasabian was brother, one that I didn't know I even had until I was a young stallion. I followed him, perhaps foolishly, longing for some sort of paternal connection, a void that even Valentine couldn't replace. He became something more than a stranger. During our jaunt on the mainlands, we became brothers. I knew Kasabian was a tormented fellow. I knew he had unaired issues with our mother. But I could never have predicted what he would do to Evaline when he came back to the islands.

It's difficult to stand here and look at Gabbar. I can see the defeat behind his weary eyes. I wonder if Valve and Evaline know he's here. There is guilt in me for Gabbar too. All this began with my foolish decision to steal a mare for him. Then I let emotions get in the way, and I sent Evaline to live with him as an offer of peace and respect. I had hoped he would be able to keep her safe, this lingering threat from Kasabian beginning to fester even back then. But this is not his fault.

A shiver runs down the length of my spine, the chill of the water at my ankles causing me to shift my weight back and forth over my haunches. He begins to speak about what transpired in the Lagoon and I look away, swallowing hard, not knowing if I can stomach what it is he wants to say. My gaze only returns to him as he asks for mercy. My copper-colored ears lay back against my poll in surprise, not aggression. But I am angry. A warmth of rage fills my belly as I resist the urge to yell out at the stallion. How could he put so much of this onto himself? With a loud snort, I pivot on my haunches with every intention of heading back to the shoreline and out from the frigid waves. "Go home, Gabbar." I mutter, giving him one last look from a side eye. "It's over."

Replies:

"Uzay tutmak sonsuzluk sizi." - By gabbar July 15, 2017 at 10:03:21 PM
- Live through this ~~lie~~ - By S H A M WARI July 17, 2017 at 08:53:45 PM
  - "Uzay tutmak sonsuzluk sizi." - By gabbar July 22, 2017 at 01:13:16 PM

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