USER: Liam's breath , an unsteady exhale in the dark, dragged against his throat. The bonfire had long died , embers floating around his ankles as the dying flames lighted his eyes. Everyone had downed as much alcohol as imaginable, and staggered home with their rowdy goodbyes, while Liam had slipped off into the night, with a broken bottle of goose in his shaking hand. As his jacket rippled in the wind, lashing against his chest as he zipped it up, he was alone. The cliff , with its eeirie view of the fires remains, a place of revelries and warmth, was now extinguished and cold. "Yeah, no one noticed you never really left, huh?" As he glanced into the void beneath him, his bloodshot eyes seeking solace in the promise of erasure, he staggered unevenly to the edge. "Ah , to hell with it-" . As Liam muttered drunkenly into the silence , pilfered only by the crackle of the dying flames, he traced his neck with the bottles gleaming edge. locating his jugular, its pulsating warmth a cruel reminder of how futile his own bloodstream had become against his skin. Liam pressed the glass against his heartbeat, the sky mocking as the stars shone an icy clarity over his features. As he gazed in torn distress at the void beneath him, he heard a faint voice on the breeze. "I'll never get it right. Ah damnit. If I could nail it -Mason you sad idiot, no one even listens to your garbage anyway." As Liam ground his shoes into the dirt, a rock skidded under his stance , and he cursed into air. "Hey , ...

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USER: Liam's breath , an unsteady exhale in the dark, dragged against his throat. The bonfire had long died , embers floating around his ankles as the dying flames lighted his eyes. Everyone had downed as much alcohol as imaginable, and staggered home with their rowdy goodbyes, while Liam had slipped off into the night, with a broken bottle of goose in his shaking hand. As his jacket rippled in the wind, lashing against his chest as he zipped it up, he was alone. The cliff , with its eeirie view of the fires remains, a place of revelries and warmth, was now extinguished and cold. "Yeah, no one noticed you never really left, huh?" As he glanced into the void beneath him, his bloodshot eyes seeking solace in the promise of erasure, he staggered unevenly to the edge. "Ah , to hell with it-" . As Liam muttered drunkenly into the silence , pilfered only by the crackle of the dying flames, he traced his neck with the bottles gleaming edge. locating his jugular, its pulsating warmth a cruel reminder of how futile his own bloodstream had become against his skin. Liam pressed the glass against his heartbeat, the sky mocking as the stars shone an icy clarity over his features. As he gazed in torn distress at the void beneath him, he heard a faint voice on the breeze. "I'll never get it right. Ah damnit. If I could nail it -Mason you sad idiot, no one even listens to your garbage anyway." As Liam ground his shoes into the dirt, a rock skidded under his stance , and he cursed into air. "Hey , is someone still up there... I thought everybody left-" Mason yelled into the illuminated of his torch, nestled upright in the mouth of a beer can. "Hey, you assholes can trash my guitar playing somewhere else , I just wanna be alone- this is rubbish ." Mason's angered tone sliced through Liam's helpless grip on the jagged glass as he dropped it over the edge of the cliff, watching it spiral away, cursing again. "Bro, don't get your panties tied up, it's just me-I wasn't listening anyways , and trust me , my opinion is the last one that matters-" . As Liam established equilibrium in a low crouch , a few steps back from the edge he found himself drawing a new sense of warmth from the voice as it hurled back at him . "Wait-then what are you doing up there , party's over , man. You hang out on cliffs for fun....oh shit." . before Liam had shifted his throbbing temple from his hand , as it clung to his head , a figure appeared at his shoulder , holding a guitar and revealing of alcohol. "Ah, well , it doesn't matter why I'm up here. Who the hell cares. But at least , you can play that thing. If my open onion meant anything, I'd say you might as well start busking on campus till a record label signs you, you talented prick-" Liam almost snarled his words , as they eroded under his pain, a tear threatening to escape him. Mason , laying the guitar a few metres away and returning to Liam's side, scoffed into the dark as he said "Nah, you claim you heard nothin' anyway. So what do you know. All that worries me right now is what the hell you're doing so close to the edge of this damn cliff-" As Mason slumped down , a veil of intimacy forming as his absent special awareness centred him inches away from Liam. "You look like hell, but I bet you feel worse right. You're up here , think in' I don't care what you understand about music but see, the thing is , I was one note away from the riff that would have made my version of Comfortably Numb a masterpiece or something like that. But like you say, you weren't listening . So don't call me a prick. My fingers are bleeding and I'm far from comfortable or numb." . Mason said, his voice roughened with impending sobriety as his mouth played with a smirk. Despite the rawness of his nerves , Liam found a smile tugging at his lopsided grin, as he stabbed at the air above Mason's sternum. "Yeah well, maybe I heard it all , and you were in fact playing some made up crap that I bet you could fill a stadium with. You don't know how great you are but-" As Liam hummed off key, he was promptly shoved in the elbow as Mason asked, taken aback "You can -sing? And not only that, he's up here singing my trash , and - you were about to throw those pipes off a cliff ? " There was an almost redeeming pause as Mason offered his hand to Liam , leaning closer in the darkness. "Mason, call me Mace- " Liam ceased his humming as he reciprocated , "Liam-you won't have noticed me around-" As Liam planted a palm either side of his legs , Mason smirked, the light of his torch contouring his cheekbones with a harsh glare. "Oh because no one would , huh? I've heard you , 'round campus , singing to yourself like no one will notice or care , but someone did and now what huh , Liam? Now what happens when I heard it and I need to know what you think you're doing throwing that off a ..." Mason's voice trailed into silence as he sent a rock sailing into gravity's clutches , his eyes following its descent. Liam grasped Mason's hand and shaking it as he muttered, shielded his reddened eyes from the torchlight. "Look, I'm glad you wandered up here to -tell me to stop listening . Cause to be honest I was- well I wouldn't call it stupid....no , Mason, it wasn't stupid , it was... the only action I might rely on . I think of how, if everything collapsed and I were drowning, I'll be alright because -" Liam rested a fatigued hand against his screaming eyes as he resisted the inebriated tears that hedged on the rims of his eyes. Mason, pulling Liam's hand into a grip against his shoulder, lowered his khaki green eyes into view . "You don't need to lie to anybody, and it's okay if you're a mess , I'm just a stranger who has no clue what kinda hell you're navigating in that network -" Mason gestured towards Liam's head as he glanced over to his guitar. "She's all I've got, a piece of wood ... but , a damn beautiful piece of wood. I realise you ain't clueless . You do understand riffs and basic chords and if they didn't do profound things to you, you wouldn't have hummed that in key, perfect, just to prove you heard my rubbish composition. And now that I've seen this, I'll be damned if I let you explain that you rely on ...." Liam sighed into the empty air as he loosened the grip of his fingers between Mason's . "Yeah...I don't know how it matters though. maybe thinking I could just erase myself is a facade -" Masons eyes returned to Liam's , a familiar emotion spreading across them . "There's a reason I was out here , to be alone in my trivial misery, to try and write decent music but, you're up here struggling to make it through another night and hell if I can do anything to buy you another dawn, consider it done. " Liam's blue stare drained from azure to grey as he faltered. "What-but why do you ...care? You coukd haul you're guitar off to your dorm room and call it a night . What, because I strung together a song you played ten minutes ago-" . Mason laughed, his eyes filled with flickers of emerald. "Nah , don't flatter yourself, it's because I need someone to hear my lost attempt at playing that rosewood. But no on a serious note, I want you to see one more day.. and not alone ,try being stuck with me .. you'll deal with it . And then tell if you won't miss it. One. I'll wait with you till dawn , how ever far away that is. I got nowhere to be". As Liam's eyes , finding an empty space between his fingers, betrayed his guard . "I -I suppose when the others staved off the bonfire , I just saw this as my chance to-I don't even have the words. I had a shard of -ah it's not important now, I mistook you for some of the others still hanging around, oblivious to me. " Mason's shrug had a depth that displayed his shared exhaustion. "Well, seeing as , I'm here , and you still represent the embodiment of death warmed up-hit me . Tell me one thing that you believe I'll rip you apart for . It's not as if your opponent matters right-so I shouldn't be that affected. I should walk away laughing, right? It can't hurt" Liam's shock was unlike a slap across his jaw as he clenched his teeth , his eyes falling away. "Alright. I haven't been home in maybe three weeks . My folks ensured I wouldn't attempt setting foot on their lawn-It was my fault-I got so drunk one night, I forgot to pick my cousin up from where she was told to wait for me by the bleachers . I went to this god-awful frat party and-anything could have happened to her. She's only six-" Mason was silent as he remained at Liam's side , his eyes unreadable in the shadows. "I felt this guilt , and yet, when her parents finally picked her up at seven that night, I went to see myself that she was alright and -she hugs me, thrusts a flower into my hand. I couldn't articulate that-" As his voice deadened , Mason said "She loves you despite what you did, and you blame yourself, beat yourself to hell and back and your 'rents don't understand where you've been spending the last three weeks. " Liam's smile was a sallow, yet relieved flash across his face as he said "I suppose you're not gonna leave me alone , huh." As a breeze swept up, leaving Mason's hair plastered against his eyebrows he said, the wind lowing his voice. "No, because .... You're worth that kid's trust , her missing you everyday , thinkin'thinking where did Liam go.. he ran off with my flower and he never came back-noback-No, I ain't seeing a reason to leave you up here. In factDon't walk away from feelings you can't see. " As a rogue tear finally caught in Liam's stare, betraying his grinding teeth he admitted. "Yeah, I never even-" . Mason's arm found a place on Liam's shuddering back , maybeas he said, the silence underscoring his voice. "It's one thing-I know it's more complicated than that, but if it's one thing that won't eat you can help me. Forgetanymore-" Liam's fist rested under his chin as his shoulders slackened. "So...why are you out here playing that guitar to the guitar . I have ah-I doubt you're gonna like this but-I won't have the time to pack stadiums , even if I had the talent , or the skill .. I - I guess it doesn't matter . It's for another dawn. " --------////trees. Solace is one thing, but -"

USER: "No, because .... You're worth that kid's trust , her missing you everyday , thinking whereThis is a real conversation: "Well, seeing as I'm here , and you still look as terrible as you did Liam go.. he ran off with my flower and he never came back-No, I ain't seeing a reason to leave you up here. Don't walk away from feelings you can't see. " As a rogue tear finally caught in Liam's stare, betraying his grinding teeth he admitted. "Yeah, I never even-" . Mason's arm found a place on Liam's shuddering back , as he said, the silence underscoring his voice. "It's one thing-I know it's more complicated than that, but if it'sbefore-hit me . Tell me one thing that won't eat you anymore-"you believe I'll rip you apart for . It's not as if your opinion matters right-so I shouldn't be that affected . I should walk away laughing, right? It can't hurt to try it on me." As his posture slackened, Mason's words hit the air with a casual drawl, as if time was hanging around in the interim. Liam's fist restedshock was unlike a slap across his jaw as he clenched his teeth , his eyes breaking away at the lack of phase , yet the very invitation itself. . "Yeah, alright. You have a point there, I guess. But there's no one thing-" he said, as a shrug passed over his shoulders.""I don't know why you'd ask me , but-" Mason's fingers were already tracing a circle across the surface his jeans as he said, blunt yet with a restraint . "I asked, so come on "Gallagher" you give me your best, off the top of head reason why I should leave you here , and make it count. I need to hear this. Got all night." It was a fatality in his breath that enveloped Liam's raw nerves as he answered, "Well , you have an audience now .. yet you're giving me the stage huh? I don't quite know what you're expecting. Some grandiose confession. "Oh Mason, I just can't carry on in a world so cruel, so I came up to this ledge to embrace the almighty void and plunge forth-" . Mason's eyes , dark and solid, waited under his chin as his shoulders slackened. "So...why are you out here playing that guitar to the trees. Solacerising eyebrow. "Who cares what I was expecting , or what I get. I don't think this is one thing, but -"about me , as much as you might wanna listen to the sound of your own voice . Or does it scare you hearing it ? Out loud , for the first time in ? "

USER: ThisLiam's hair, laden with splinters of ice and snow, stuck out from his low-slung cap. His words framed the brittle air as he spoke, the chill unrelenting, 'I never meant to return here. I know I--I promised I'd never look back. That I'd leave you as you were , and yet I ended up back here anyway. I don't listen to anyone , huh?.'" He dug his stiffened hands into his jeans, his boot striking a rock as his own murmur haunted him. 'Can't stay long, but I still remember what real sunsets looked like, the way the colors just stretched for miles. I hope you haven't seen this magenta sky. I hope you never know it. World's not the same , hasn't looked like it did in so many damned years. I guess-well-" His acuity, melting into the atmosphere, left him with no other thoughts. "You rest well, ' cause while I'm standing here talking to you like you're still here, I know you probably can't hear a word - but I kinda like to pretend maybe you can. ' He laughed in spite of his raw sense of sorrow and turned away from the plot, dusting his knuckles across the slot of cremated ashes in a lingering fist bump. 'Again, sometime, brother." Leaves swirled around the hem of his jeans , glazed with ice as he folded his arms across his chest . 'But before I go, there's something I know you've heard me singing in my sleep. Can't get the song out of my head. I can't remember where it came from but-it's the only one that stuck." he said in a low tone , exhaustion passing over his stature. "I came here to leave it with you, along with something of yours I' been carrying around. Keeping you close, but--if I lost it, well-." An entire moment passed before Liam fumbled a thin, metal guitar fret from his pocket, a perfect fit between his index finger and thumb. He then unrolled a small piece of paper with a scrawled transcription and wrapped it around the fret. In a swift gesture, he drove it deep into a crack between two bricks in the wall. "The ninth fret was always a part of every song- I think only you would appreciate it but , that's kinda the whole point. " Liam's faint smile rested on the glimmer of the fret , visible in the crevice beside Mason's ashes, along with his notes. "I... still... I. Just. You can't imagine the things... or the times I've wanted to say. Mace could have played you that one while I ruined the lyrics. Still have the rest of your rosewood, too, with all of your fingerprints intact. Which isn't easy keeping hidden in my childhood bedroom. Haven't been home in too long. Damned if I had known you'd find me where you did--or when, and yet I wasn't there to--but hell, you'd never let me take it all on my own shoulders. And I won't-- It's never gonna be... all right, but--I'll try to keep your songs around. You found me when I was so close to -yet I'm still alive huh? Some things ain't fair, brother ." Without raising his eyes from his fist, his memories hid between his fingers, slipping away as he flexed his palm. "I only hope you can't see me now, with all this all this hell in my eyes, with the shadows. I still remember the light in yours, don't worry . 'Cause I keep my promises, and you're still my oldest friend. First, and the last. Just... don't ever forget that." As Liam turned away, trudging along the icy path that wound through the cemetery, it could have been hours. Days. Months. Or just a few seconds. And it could have been anywhere. Grief only changed shape as he confronted the infused December sky, its witness the only one in sight. As Liam slid down onto the curb, only a few miles from where he'd last seen Ethan, he glanced up at the approaching figure. "Hey, Lara, I haven't seen Eth since... maybe three hours ago." She dropped to his side, grasping his freezing hand in her own. "Liam, it's cold out here; you're like ice... wait, did you visit Mas--" Her eyes, filled with a silent understanding, flitted to his and back to his hand as she placed it in his lap. "We've both been looking for you, Ethan and I--but I'll tell him you're alright, okay?" Liam, his eyes reddened but dried out from the temperature, nodded. "Yeah, I-it's... Well, you know how long it's been," he said, his gaze finding solace somewhere in Lara's dark hair, averting her gaze. "Yeah, too long. Ethan was worried you'd freeze, so you'd better get back to civilization soon..." she said, offering a smile and a hand on his jacketed shoulder. "Thanks, you've both been feeding me way too long as it is--and I'm not the most stable guest." She laughed as she let her hand slide from his shoulder. "Ethan could out-eat us all, so don't worry about that. Just take care out here." And as she walked away, he rested his head against the flesh of his palm, the solitude granting him a moment of clarity--one that he could never share. A melody in the corner of his mind, one that he couldn't muster the strength to hum . "Yeah, Mason, you're everywhere, and nowhere, buddy. Guess I've learnt to live with that. " -- Ok how's this : Liam glared into the darkness, the dust in his eyes unforgiving. The melody sank in a haunting tune through the night. "Cause there's a place deep inside of me where my dreams have a hold of me...and soon my soul will start to bleed..." Liam's voice broke off as he raked a tremor through his hair. "I still miss him," Liam said, uncertain if Ryan could hear his musings. "Hey, Ry...how long have we been lying in this hell hole?" He asked, the silence torn by Ryan's answer, "Too long. And yeah, I heard you saying something about 'if you play Wonderwall, you'll look like a total tool' in your sleep, presumably to someone who could play music." Ryan smiled, but it never reached his eyes as he added, "He really was a brother to you, huh? And don't lie because I'll know...and then I'll feel bad about giving ya this." As Liam dismissed a tear at the corner of his eye, he reached over to where Ryan lay, holding a piece of paper. "Music? You wrote music. What is a real conversation:this, Ry? You never told me you could--" Liam said, his eyes adjusting to the dark with a vulnerability that settled between them. Ryan, smiling with a broadness that reached his eyes, glanced at the paper with a nod. "Ah, I might have written down that song you insist on humming in your damned sleep. I knew it had some meaning, although I don't know what...least I could do for you, Li'." As his irises shone with another sheen of tears, Liam said quietly, "Mason could have played this--while I ruined the lyrics." Looking up from his boots, Ryan held a somber smile. "If I'd have known you way back then, I'm damned sure I'd have held you both to that." As Liam returned the nod, he folded the paper and tucked it into his duffel bag, magenta particles stirring in the air. "I know...He really was a huge chunk of my adolescence just...gone like...well, anyway, the music, when we get our hands on a guitar..." Ryan shook his head, angling his jaw in his hand. "Nah, we're in the middle of nowhere, and it'll never happen. But you got me, brother." Liam, smiling faintly, replied, "I know. We've seen so much that , well , does it make me an asshole for being happy that Mason died young, unaffected by the trauma that has screwed us up?. I mean he could've lived a different life from us -and maybe I'm wrong to hope he's in a better -" As Ryan leaned back against the filth-stained wall , his voice contemplated the environment . "It's not wrong to want him to have a peace we may never find. It's human. " As Liam gazed back, conflict in his eyes as he said "Y'know , there's something I had back home. And it's likely I'll never see it again, I was carrying a part of it with me for years , but just knowing I kept it safe...I chose to leave it with him and--". Words eluded Liam in the darkness, as Ryan's features , found by the moonlight, left him unable to deflect his gaze . "I feel as though, he wasn't a friend-he wasn't a comrade-he was a sibling, blood was all we didn't share . And even then when he needed a transfusion... I was the first to roll up my damned sleeve. And I wasnt the Ab neg he was-" In a hushed tone Ryan asked , "You think not being compatible was somehow a fault -but Li' , have you heard-well yourself? He could play better than Van Halen I'm guessing', and you could've ruined more than just his lyrics with those pipes . Don't make me say it again." Liam fell silent, and Ryan flopped backwards onto his makeshift bed. "It's alright Li'. Just get some sleep, and don't--" It was almost automatic as Liam replied, "Yeah, yeah, don't 'thank you.' I know, I'm welcome, huh? Yeah, goodnight, Ry." As Ryan's muttering hit the wall, Liam's mind sifted through the catalog of melodies Mason had played. And, amongst the static, a distinct composition of chords found their way back to him. "And if I fall beneath the cracks, if I find you in the darkness, brother, will you still have the heart to see? When I close my eyes and my memories start to fade, when the filter falls away, will you find the strength to stay?" Liam's breath , an unsteady exhale in the dark, dragged against his throat. The bonfire had long died , embers floating around his ankles as the dying flames lighted his eyes. Everyone had downed as much alcohol as imaginable, and staggered home with their rowdy goodbyes, while Liam had slipped off into the night, with a broken bottle of goose in his shaking hand. As his jacket rippled in the wind, lashing against his chest as he zipped it up, he was alone. The cliff , with its eeirie view of the fires remains, a place of revelries and warmth, was now extinguished and cold. "Yeah, no one noticed you never really left, huh?" As he glanced into the void beneath him, his bloodshot eyes seeking solace in the promise of erasure, he staggered unevenly to the edge. "Ah , to hell with it-" . As Liam muttered drunkenly into the silence , pilfered only by the crackle of the dying flames, he traced his neck with the bottles gleaming edge. locating his jugular, its pulsating warmth a cruel reminder of how futile his own bloodstream had become against his skin. Liam pressed the glass against his heartbeat, the sky mocking as the stars shone an icy clarity over his features. As he gazed in torn distress at the void beneath him, he heard a faint voice on the breeze. "I'll never get it right. Ah damnit. If I could nail it -Mason you sad idiot, no one even listens to your garbage anyway." As Liam ground his shoes into the dirt, a rock skidded under his stance , and he cursed into air. "Hey , is someone still up there... I thought everybody left-" Mason yelled into the illuminated of his torch, nestled upright in the mouth of a beer can. "Hey, you assholes can trash my guitar playing somewhere else , I just wanna be alone- this is rubbish ." Mason's angered tone sliced through Liam's helpless grip on the jagged glass as he dropped it over the edge of the cliff, watching it spiral away, cursing again. "Bro, don't get your panties tied up, it's just me-I wasn't listening anyways , and trust me , my opinion is the last one that matters-" . As Liam established equilibrium in a low crouch , a few steps back from the edge he found himself drawing a new sense of warmth from the voice as it hurled back at him . "Wait-then what are you doing up there , party's over , man. You hang out on cliffs for fun....oh shit." . before Liam had shifted his throbbing temple from his hand , as it clung to his head , a figure appeared at his shoulder , holding a guitar and revealing of alcohol. "Ah, well , it doesn't matter why I'm up here. Who the hell cares. But at least , you can play that thing. If my open onion meant anything, I'd say you might as well start busking on campus till a record label signs you, you talented prick-" Liam almost snarled his words , as they eroded under his pain, a tear threatening to escape him. Mason , laying the guitar a few metres away and returning to Liam's side, scoffed into the dark as he said "Nah, you claim you heard nothin' anyway. So what do you know. All that worries me right now is what the hell you're doing so close to the edge of this damn cliff-" As Mason slumped down , a veil of intimacy forming as his absent special awareness centred him inches away from Liam. "You look like hell, but I bet you feel worse right. You're up here , think in' I don't care what you understand about music but see, the thing is , I was one note away from the riff that would have made my version of Comfortably Numb a masterpiece or something like that. But like you say, you weren't listening . So don't call me a prick. My fingers are bleeding and I'm far from comfortable or numb." . Mason said, his voice roughened with impending sobriety as his mouth played with a smirk. Despite the rawness of his nerves , Liam found a smile tugging at his lopsided grin, as he stabbed at the air above Mason's sternum. "Yeah well, maybe I heard it all , and you were in fact playing some made up crap that I bet you could fill a stadium with. You don't know how great you are but-" As Liam hummed off key, he was promptly shoved in the elbow as Mason asked, taken aback "You can -sing? And not only that, he's up here singing my trash , and - you were about to throw those pipes off a cliff ? " There was an almost redeeming pause as Mason offered his hand to Liam , leaning closer in the darkness. "Mason, call me Mace- " Liam ceased his humming as he reciprocated , "Liam-you won't have noticed me around-" As Liam planted a palm either side of his legs , Mason smirked, the light of his torch contouring his cheekbones with a harsh glare. "Oh because no one would , huh? I've heard you , 'round campus , singing to yourself like no one will notice or care , but someone did and now what huh , Liam? Now what happens when I heard it and I need to know what you think you're doing throwing that off a ..." Mason's voice trailed into silence as he sent a rock sailing into gravity's clutches , his eyes following its descent. Liam grasped Mason's hand and shaking it as he muttered, shielded his reddened eyes from the torchlight. "Look, I'm glad you wandered up here to -tell me to stop listening . Cause to be honest I was- well I wouldn't call it stupid....no , Mason, it wasn't stupid , it was... the only action I might rely on . I think of how, if everything collapsed and I were drowning, I'll be alright because -" Liam rested a fatigued hand against his screaming eyes as he resisted the inebriated tears that hedged on the rims of his eyes. Mason, pulling Liam's hand into a grip against his shoulder, lowered his khaki green eyes into view . "Well, seeing as I'm here , and you still look as terrible as you did before-hit me . Tell me one thing that you believe I'll rip you apart for . It's not as if your opinion matters right-so I shouldn't be that affected . I should walk away laughing, right? It can't hurt to try it on me." As his posture slackened, Mason's words hit the air with a casual drawl, as if time was hanging around in the interim. Liam's shock was unlike a slap across his jaw as he clenched his teeth , his eyes breaking away at the lack of phase , yet the very invitation itself. . "Yeah, alright. You have a point there, I guess. But there's no one thing-" he said, as a shrug passed over his shoulders.""I don't know why you'd ask me , but-" Mason's fingers were already tracing a circle across the surface his jeans as he said, blunt yet with a restraint . "I asked, so come on "Gallagher", you give me your best, off the top of the head reason why I should leave you here , and make it count. I need to hear this. Got all night." It was a fatality in his breath that enveloped Liam's raw nerves as he answered, "Well , you have an audience now ..... yet you're giving me the stage huh? I don't quite know what you're expecting. Some grandiose confession. "Oh Mason, I just can't carry on in a world so cruel, so I came up to this ledge to embrace the almighty void and plunge forth-" . Mason's eyes , dark and solid, waited under his rising eyebrow. "Who cares what I was expecting , or what I get. I don't think this is about me , as much as you might wanna listen to the sound of your own voice . Or does it scare you hearing it ? Out loud , for the first time in ? " The darkness , awaiting Liam's stare as he turned away, absorbed the volume in his voice, stripping it of its presence. "I haven't been home in three weeks. Folks told me never to set foot on their lawn again. And I don't blame them.... " Mason's eyes, trailing back to his guitar, carried a provoking concern. "Let me get this straight, they threw your ass out...for what? Let's hear it. After all, I don't care , do I . it's just conversation in the night. So explain what got you sitting on the curb on night..." Liam , breaking into a hollow smile , offset his bite , his teeth realigning. "It was, God I was stupid . I got so rotten one afternoon. I left my six year old cousin in the playground , by her school, till her parents found her at seven o'clock that night. I was supposed to have picked her up, but I headed to a-a frat party." As Mason was enveloped in silence, his eyes fixated on Liam's features, his gaze potent. "I -well-she could've -well-that's not what kills me. And now is the part where I tell you that , it's the way the kid -hugged me when I went to see her the next day. She said she loved me , and handed me a flower. And all I thought was -you bastard, Liam. You-" Mason's eyes , with an empathy strewn amongst an understanding, flickered with his torchlight. "So, she forgave you , huh? But you-" Liam's face , still angled toward his lap, finished Mason's assumption. "Nah, I didn't , because there's no one thing here. " Mason's heavy sigh , lingering in his lungs as he leaned forward, hung in the space between them. "It's a complicated network you have up there. A neighbourhood of short circuiting wires . But from what I can make out, there's no way in hell I'm leaving you up here. " Liam , biting back a thickness in his throat , shook his head. "Why not, what difference is it to you , Mason. You have one shot and you'd better make yours hit me harder ." As Mason's torch flicked off in his hands , he answered . "I can't justify leaving a man who , one , hates himself . And no one can hate you the way you can. And second, a man who hates himself for valid reasons , pointing to his own moral compass and yet, thinks a cliff is a fitting place to spend the night. Call me whatever , but I figure , if I can buy you one more day, consider it done. Still ain't got nowhere to be." Liam reached, almost absent of mind, for an unnoticed shard of glass , remaining from his earlier mishap as he twirled it through knuckles. "I-I didn't intend on seeing another. And I still don't know why you're so invested in a total stranger-" Liam swung his blue gaze at Mason, its bloodshot interrogation filled with a hopeful gleam of unshed tears . "Tell me Mason, the real reason you were out here, playing that guitar with a beer can in your lap, balancing a torch , when you have a dorm room to -" The pause offered reprieve to the tension in the air as Mason shifted his stare to the glass in Liam's hands. "Well, you're not gonna like this, but-even if I had the talent, or the skill , to fill one lousy stadium-I won't have the time-I-well-I know the isolation seems extreme . But sometimes I realise , I ain't gonna be around-people shouldn't get to attached to-ah it doesn't matter . It's a conversation for another dawn. Let's just focus on making it to this one. However far away it is. A few hours maybe. An hey, what's a few more hours right?" Liam, noticing the light fade from Mason's eyes , placed a hand on his shoulder . "It's a conversation for right now, if I stay here till sunrise, you're sure as hell gonna leave me with a reason to have kept my sorry ass from -" Mason's answer stayed in his throat before coming in an even tone. "I'm a ghost , Liam , I mean , I might live another year, sure . But I won't -you really don't need the details. I know you're capable of giving a shit , and you're a decent person. And I can't be getting all sentimental on you because-you're not the asshole you think . " As silence engulfed Mason, swallowing him whole, Liam sighed into his palm. "Oh it's like that huh? You think I didn't notice your arm. Unless you're injecting methadone , that's a hell of a lot of blood tests -" Mason's eyes , deep-set in their sockets, said more than his frail grin , as he whispered "It's not that I want to be alone, Liam, it's that I believe it's the right thing-" Liam's rogue tear finally escaped him , and a blanket of wordless atmosphere inched closer. "It's not-good thing you came up here to prove me huh? Coz I'll be damned if you spend anymore nights playing that guitar to the trees -" Mason's khaki stare was dragged away from the glass as it fell from Liam's hands, splinters flying across the cliffs edge . "Maybe we both needed to be alone tonight, and maybe it was dangerous to need the isolation-" Mason countered, as Liam nodded , fatigue chasing his voice. "Yeah , but neither of us found that peace , huh? Party died down, we both ended up drunk and -yeah that bonfire is long died, huh? " Mason, reaching out a fist, dragged his knuckles along Liam's shoulder . "No longer relevant. Now we're stuck here , together , and I'll deal with it. " They both shared a smirk , Liam's dimple upholding his right cheek as his lopsided smile crept across his face. "Damn straight , brother."

USER: Liam's hair, laden with splinters of ice and snow, stuck out from his low-slung cap. His words framed the brittle air as he spoke, the chill unrelenting, 'I never meant to return here. I know I--I promised I'd never look back. That I'd leave you as you were , and yet I ended up back here anyway. I don't listen to anyone , huh?.'" He dug his stiffened hands into his jeans, his boot striking a rock as his own murmur haunted him. 'Can't stay long, but I still remember what real sunsets looked like, the way the colors just stretched for miles. I hope you haven't seen this magenta sky. I hope you never know it. World's not the same , hasn't looked like it did in so many damned years. I guess-well-" His acuity, melting into the atmosphere, left him with no other thoughts. "You rest well, ' cause while I'm standing here talking to you like you're still here, I know you probably can't hear a word - but I kinda like to pretend maybe you can. ' He laughed in spite of his raw sense of sorrow and turned away from the plot, dusting his knuckles across the slot of cremated ashes in a lingering fist bump. 'Again, sometime, brother." Leaves swirled around the hem of his jeans , glazed with ice as he folded his arms across his chest . 'But before I go, there's something I know you've heard me singing in my sleep. Can't get the song out of my head. I can't remember where it came from but-it's the only one that stuck." he said in a low tone , exhaustion passing over his stature. "I came here to...

USER: Liam's hair, laden with splinters of ice and snow, stuck out from his low-slung cap. His words framed the brittle air as he spoke, the chill unrelenting, 'I never meant to return here. I know I--I promised I'd never look back. That I'd leave you as you were , and yet I ended up back here anyway. I don't listen to anyone , huh?.'" He dug his stiffened hands into his jeans, his boot striking a rock as his own murmur haunted him. 'Can't stay long, but I still remember what real sunsets looked like, the way the colors just stretched for miles. I hope you haven't seen this magenta sky. I hope you never know it. World's not the same , hasn't looked like it did in so many damned years. I guess-well-" His acuity, melting into the atmosphere, left him with no other thoughts. "You rest well, ' cause while I'm standing here talking to you like you're still here, I know you probably can't hear a word - but I kinda like to pretend maybe you can. ' He laughed in spite of his raw sense of sorrow and turned away from the plot, dusting his knuckles across the slot of cremated ashes in a lingering fist bump. 'Again, sometime, brother." Leaves swirled around the hem of his jeans , glazed with ice as he folded his arms across his chest . 'But before I go, there's something I know you've heard me singing in my sleep. Can't get the song out of my head. I can't remember where it came from but-it's the only one that stuck." he said in a low tone , exhaustion passing over his stature. "I came here to...

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USER: Liam's hair, laden with splinters of ice and snow, stuck out from his low-slung cap. His words framed the brittle air as he spoke, the chill unrelenting, 'I never meant to return here. I know I--I promised I'd never look back. That I'd leave you as you were , and yet I ended up back here anyway. I don't listen to anyone , huh?.'" He dug his stiffened hands into his jeans, his boot striking a rock as his own murmur haunted him. 'Can't stay long, but I still remember what real sunsets looked like, the way the colors just stretched for miles. I hope you haven't seen this magenta sky. I hope you never know it. World's not the same , hasn't looked like it did in so many damned years. I guess-well-" His acuity, melting into the atmosphere, left him with no other thoughts. "You rest well, ' cause while I'm standing here talking to you like you're still here, I know you probably can't hear a word - but I kinda like to pretend maybe you can. ' He laughed in spite of his raw sense of sorrow and turned away from the plot, dusting his knuckles across the slot of cremated ashes in a lingering fist bump. 'Again, sometime, brother." Leaves swirled around the hem of his jeans , glazed with ice as he folded his arms across his chest . 'But before I go, there's something I know you've heard me singing in my sleep. Can't get the song out of my head. I can't remember where it came from but-it's the only one that stuck." he said in a low tone , exhaustion passing over his stature. "I came here to leave it with you, along with something of yours I' been carrying around. Keeping you close, but--if I lost it, well-." An entire moment passed before Liam fumbled a thin, metal guitar fret from his pocket, a perfect fit between his index finger and thumb. He then unrolled a small piece of paper with a scrawled transcription and wrapped it around the fret. In a swift gesture, he drove it deep into a crack between two bricks in the wall. "The ninth fret was always a part of every song- I think only you would appreciate it but , that's kinda the whole point. " Liam's faint smile rested on the glimmer of the fret , visible in the crevice beside Mason's ashes, along with his notes. "I... still... I. Just. You can't imagine the things... or the times I've wanted to say. Mace could have played you that one while I ruined the lyrics. Still have the rest of your rosewood, too, with all of your fingerprints intact. Which isn't easy keeping hidden in my childhood bedroom. Haven't been home in too long. Damned if I had known you'd find me where you did--or when, and yet I wasn't there to--but hell, you'd never let me take it all on my own shoulders. And I won't-- It's never gonna be... all right, but--I'll try to keep your songs around. You found me when I was so close to -yet I'm still alive huh? Some things ain't fair, brother ." Without raising his eyes from his fist, his memories hid between his fingers, slipping away as he flexed his palm. "I only hope you can't see me now, with all this all this hell in my eyes, with the shadows. I still remember the light in yours, don't worry . 'Cause I keep my promises, and you're still my oldest friend. First, and the last. Just... don't ever forget that." As Liam turned away, trudging along the icy path that wound through the cemetery, it could have been hours. Days. Months. Or just a few seconds. And it could have been anywhere. Grief only changed shape as he confronted the infused December sky, its witness the only one in sight. As Liam slid down onto the curb, only a few miles from where he'd last seen Ethan, he glanced up at the approaching figure. "Hey, Lara, I haven't seen Eth since... maybe three hours ago." She dropped to his side, grasping his freezing hand in her own. "Liam, it's cold out here; you're like ice... wait, did you visit Mas--" Her eyes, filled with a silent understanding, flitted to his and back to his hand as she placed it in his lap. "We've both been looking for you, Ethan and I--but I'll tell him you're alright, okay?" Liam, his eyes reddened but dried out from the temperature, nodded. "Yeah, I-it's... Well, you know how long it's been," he said, his gaze finding solace somewhere in Lara's dark hair, averting her gaze. "Yeah, too long. Ethan was worried you'd freeze, so you'd better get back to civilization soon..." she said, offering a smile and a hand on his jacketed shoulder. "Thanks, you've both been feeding me way too long as it is--and I'm not the most stable guest." She laughed as she let her hand slide from his shoulder. "Ethan could out-eat us all, so don't worry about that. Just take care out here." And as she walked away, he rested his head against the flesh of his palm, the solitude granting him a moment of clarity--one that he could never share. A melody in the corner of his mind, one that he couldn't muster the strength to hum . "Yeah, Mason, you're everywhere, and nowhere, buddy. Guess I've learnt to live with that. " -- Ok how's this : Liam glared into the darkness, the dust in his eyes unforgiving. The melody sank in a haunting tune through the night. "Cause there's a place deep inside of me where my dreamsCan Mason have a hold of me...and soon my soul will start to bleed..." Liam's voice broke off as he raked a tremor through his hair. "I still miss him," Liam said, uncertain if Ryan could hear his musings. "Hey, Ry...how long have we been lying in this hell hole?" He asked, the silence torn by Ryan's answer, "Too long. And yeah, I heard you saying something about 'if you play Wonderwall, you'll look like a total tool' in your sleep, presumably to someone who could play music." Ryan smiled, but it never reached his eyes as he added, "He really was a brother to you, huh? And don't lie because I'll know...and then I'll feel bad about giving ya this." As Liam dismissed a tear at the corner of his eye, he reached over to where Ryan lay, holding a piece of paper. "Music? You wrote music. What is this, Ry? You never told me you could--" Liam said, his eyes adjusting to the dark with a vulnerability that settled between them. Ryan, smiling with a broadness that reached his eyes, glanced at the paper with a nod. "Ah, I might have written down that song you insist on humming in your damned sleep. I knew it had some meaning, although I don't know what...least I could do for you, Li'." As his irises shone with another sheen of tears, Liam said quietly, "Mason could have played this--while I ruined the lyrics." Looking up from his boots, Ryan held a somber smile. "If I'd have known you way back then, I'm damned sure I'd have held you both to that." As Liam returned the nod, he folded the paper and tucked it into his duffel bag, magenta particles stirring in the air. "I know...He really was a huge chunk of my adolescence just...gone like...well, anyway, the music, when we get our hands on a guitar..." Ryan shook his head, angling his jaw in his hand. "Nah, we're in the middle of nowhere, and it'll never happen. But you got me, brother." Liam, smiling faintly, replied, "I know. We've seen so much that , well , does it make me an asshole for being happy that Mason died young, unaffected by the trauma that has screwed us up?. I mean he could've lived a different life from us -and maybe I'm wrong to hope he's in a better -" As Ryan leaned back against the filth-stained wall , his voice contemplated the environment . "It's not wrong to want him to have a peace we may never find. It's human. " As Liam gazed back, conflict in his eyes as he said "Y'know , there's something I had back home. And it's likely I'll never see it again, I was carrying a part of it with me for years , but just knowing I kept it safe...I chose to leave it with him and--". Words eluded Liam in the darkness, as Ryan's features , found by the moonlight, left him unable to deflect his gaze . "I feel as though, he wasn't a friend-he wasn't a comrade-he was a sibling, blood was all we didn't share . And even then when he needed a transfusion... I was the first to roll up my damned sleeve. And I wasnt the Ab neg he was-" In a hushed tone Ryan asked , "You think not being compatible was somehow a fault -but Li' , have you heard-well yourself? He could play better than Van Halen I'm guessing', and you could've ruined more than just his lyrics with those pipes . Don't make me say it again." Liam fell silent, and Ryan flopped backwards onto his makeshift bed. "It's alright Li'. Just get some sleep, and don't--" It was almost automatic as Liam replied, "Yeah, yeah, don't 'thank you.' I know, I'm welcome, huh? Yeah, goodnight, Ry." As Ryan's muttering hit the wall, Liam's mind sifted through the catalog of melodies Mason had played. And, amongst the static, a distinct composition of chords found their way back to him. "And if I fall beneath the cracks, if I find you in the darkness, brother, will you still have the heart to see? When I close my eyes and my memories start to fade, when the filter falls away, will you find the strength to stay?" Liam's breath , an unsteady exhale in the dark, dragged against his throat. The bonfire had long died , embers floating around his ankles as the dying flames lighted his eyes. Everyone had downed as much alcohol as imaginable, and staggered home with their rowdy goodbyes, while Liam had slipped off into the night, with a broken bottle of goose in his shaking hand. As his jacket rippled in the wind, lashing against his chest as he zipped it up, he was alone. The cliff , with its eeirie view of the fires remains, a place of revelries and warmth, was now extinguished and cold. "Yeah, no one noticed you never really left, huh?" As he glanced into the void beneath him, his bloodshot eyes seeking solace in the promise of erasure, he staggered unevenly to the edge. "Ah , to hell with it-" . As Liam muttered drunkenly into the silence , pilfered only by the crackle of the dying flames, he traced his neck with the bottles gleaming edge. locating his jugular, its pulsating warmth a cruel reminder of how futile his own bloodstream had become against his skin. Liam pressed the glass against his heartbeat, the sky mocking as the stars shone an icy clarity over his features. As he gazed in torn distress at the void beneath him, he heard a faint voice on the breeze. "I'll never get it right. Ah damnit. If I could nail it -Mason you sad idiot, no one even listens to your garbage anyway." As Liam ground his shoes into the dirt, a rock skidded under his stance , and he cursed into air. "Hey , is someone still up there... I thought everybody left-" Mason yelled into the illuminated of his torch, nestled upright in the mouth of a beer can. "Hey, you assholes can trash my guitar playing somewhere else , I just wanna be alone- this is rubbish ."green stare ? Mason's angered tone sliced through Liam's helpless grip on the jagged glass as he dropped it over the edge of the cliff, watching it spiral away, cursing again. "Bro, don't get your panties tied up, it's just me-I wasn't listening anyways , and trust me , my opinion is the last one that matters-" . As Liam established equilibrium in a low crouch , a few steps back from the edge he found himself drawing a new sense of warmth from the voice as it hurled back at him . "Wait-then what are you doing up there , party's over , man. You hang out on cliffs for fun....oh shit." . before Liam had shifted his throbbing temple from his hand , as it clung to his head , a figure appeared at his shoulder , holding a guitar and revealing of alcohol. "Ah, well , it doesn't matter why I'm up here. Who the hell cares. But at least , you can play that thing. If my open onion meant anything, I'd say you might as well start busking on campus till a record label signs you, you talented prick-" Liam almost snarled his words , as they eroded under his pain, a tear threatening to escape him. Mason , laying the guitar a few metres away and returning to Liam's side, scoffed into the dark as he said "Nah, you claim you heard nothin' anyway. So what do you know. All that worries me right now is what the hell you're doing so close to the edge of this damn cliff-" As Mason slumped down , a veil of intimacy forming as his absent special awareness centred him inches away from Liam. "You look like hell, but I bet you feel worse right. You're up here , think in' I don't care what you understand about music but see, the thing is , I was one note away from the riff that would have made my version of Comfortably Numb a masterpiece or something like that. But like you say, you weren't listening . So don't call me a prick. My fingers are bleeding and I'm far from comfortable or numb." . Mason said, his voice roughened with impending sobriety as his mouth played with a smirk. Despite the rawness of his nerves , Liam found a smile tugging at his lopsided grin, as he stabbed at the air above Mason's sternum. "Yeah well, maybe I heard it all , and you were in fact playing some made up crap that I bet you could fill a stadium with. You don't know how great you are but-" As Liam hummed off key, he was promptly shoved in the elbow as Mason asked, taken aback "You can -sing? And not only that, he's up here singing my trash , and - you were about to throw those pipes off a cliff ? " There was an almost redeeming pause as Mason offered his hand to Liam , leaning closer in the darkness. "Mason, call me Mace- " Liam ceased his humming as he reciprocated , "Liam-you won't have noticed me around-" As Liam planted a palm either side of his legs , Mason smirked, the light of his torch contouring his cheekbones with a harsh glare. "Oh because no one would , huh? I've heard you , 'round campus , singing to yourself like no one will notice or care , but someone did and now what huh , Liam? Now what happens when I heard it and I need to know what you think you're doing throwing that off a ..." Mason's voice trailed into silence as he sent a rock sailing into gravity's clutches , his eyes following its descent. Liam grasped Mason's hand and shaking it as he muttered, shielded his reddened eyes from the torchlight. "Look, I'm glad you wandered up here to -tell me to stop listening . Cause to be honest I was- well I wouldn't call it stupid....no , Mason, it wasn't stupid , it was... the only action I might rely on . I think of how, if everything collapsed and I were drowning, I'll be alright because -" Liam rested a fatigued hand against his screaming eyes as he resisted the inebriated tears that hedged on the rims of his eyes. Mason, pulling Liam's hand into a grip against his shoulder, lowered his khaki green eyes into view . "Well, seeing as I'm here , and you still look as terrible as you did before-hit me . Tell me one thing that you believe I'll rip you apart for . It's not as if your opinion matters right-so I shouldn't be that affected . I should walk away laughing, right? It can't hurt to try it on me." As his posture slackened, Mason's words hit the air with a casual drawl, as if time was hanging around in the interim. Liam's shock was unlike a slap across his jaw as he clenched his teeth , his eyes breaking away at the lack of phase , yet the very invitation itself. . "Yeah, alright. You have a point there, I guess. But there's no one thing-" he said, as a shrug passed over his shoulders.""I don't know why you'd ask me , but-" Mason's fingers were already tracing a circle across the surface his jeans as he said, blunt yet with a restraint . "I asked, so come on , you give me your best, off the top of the head reason why I should leave you here , and make it count. I need to hear this. Got all night." It was a fatality in his breath that enveloped Liam's raw nerves as he answered, "Well , you have an audience now ... yet you're giving me the stage huh? I don't quite know what you're expecting. Some grandiose confession. "Oh Mason, I just can't carry on in a world so cruel, so I came up to this ledge to embrace the almighty void and plunge forth-" . Mason's eyes , dark and solid, waited under his rising eyebrow. "Who cares what I was expecting , or what I get. I don't think this is about me , as much as you might wanna listen to the sound of your own voice . Or does it scare you hearing it ? Out loud , for the first time in ? " The darkness , awaiting Liam's stare as he turned away, absorbed the volume in his voice, stripping it of its presence. "I haven't been home in three weeks. Folks told me never to set foot on their lawn again. And I don't blame them.... " Mason's eyes, trailing back to his guitar, carried a provoking concern. "Let me get this straight, they threw your ass out...for what? Let's hear it. After all, I don't care , do I . it's just conversation in the night. So explain what got you sitting on the curb on night..." Liam , breaking into a hollow smile , offset his bite , his teeth realigning. "It was, God I was stupid . I got so rotten one afternoon. I left my six year old cousin in the playground , by her school, till her parents found her at seven o'clock that night. I was supposed to have picked her up, but I headed to a-a frat party." As Mason was enveloped in silence, his eyes fixated on Liam's features, his gaze potent. "I -well-she could've -well-that's not what kills me. And now is the part where I tell you that , it's the way the kid -hugged me when I went to see her the next day. She said she loved me , and handed me a flower. And all I thought was -you bastard, Liam. You-" Mason's eyes , with an empathy strewn amongst an understanding, flickered with his torchlight. "So, she forgave you , huh? But you-" Liam's face , still angled toward his lap, finished Mason's assumption. "Nah, I didn't , because there's no one thing here. " Mason's heavy sigh , lingering in his lungs as he leaned forward, hung in the space between them. "It's a complicated network you have up there. A neighbourhood of short circuiting wires . But from what I can make out, there's no way in hell I'm leaving you up here. " Liam , biting back a thickness in his throat , shook his head. "Why not, what difference is it to you , Mason. You have one shot and you'd better make yours hit me harder ." As Mason's torch flicked off in his hands , he answered . "I can't justify leaving a man who , one , hates himself . And no one can hate you the way you can. And second, a man who hates himself for valid reasons , pointing to his own moral compass and yet, thinks a cliff is a fitting place to spend the night. Call me whatever , but I figure , if I can buy you one more day, consider it done. Still ain't got nowhere to be." Liam reached, almost absent of mind, for an unnoticed shard of glass , remaining from his earlier mishap as he twirled it through knuckles. "I-I didn't intend on seeing another. And I still don't know why you're so invested in a total stranger-" Liam swung his blue gaze at Mason, its bloodshot interrogation filled with a hopeful gleam of unshed tears . "Tell me Mason, the real reason you were out here, playing that guitar with a beer can in your lap, balancing a torch , when you have a dorm room to -" The pause offered reprieve to the tension in the air as Mason shifted his stare to the glass in Liam's hands. "Well, you're not gonna like this, but-even if I had the talent, or the skill , to fill one lousy stadium-I won't have the time-I-well-I know the isolation seems extreme . But sometimes I realise , I ain't gonna be around-people shouldn't get to attached to-ah it doesn't matter . It's a conversation for another dawn. Let's just focus on making it to this one. However far away it is. A few hours maybe. An hey, what's a few more hours right?" Liam, noticing the light fade from Mason's eyes , placed a hand on his shoulder . "It's a conversation for right now, if I stay here till sunrise, you're sure as hell gonna leave me with a reason to have kept my sorry ass from -" Mason's answer stayed in his throat before coming in an even tone. "I'm a ghost , Liam , I mean , I might live another year, sure . But I won't -you really don't need the details. I know you're capable of giving a shit , and you're a decent person. And I can't be getting all sentimental on you because-you're not the asshole you think . " As silence engulfed Mason, swallowing him whole, Liam sighed into his palm. "Oh it's like that huh? You think I didn't notice your arm. Unless you're injecting methadone , that's a hell of a lot of blood tests -" Mason's eyes , deep-set in their sockets, said more than his frail grin , as he whispered "It's not that I want to be alone, Liam, it's that I believe it's the right thing-" Liam's rogue tear finally escaped him , and a blanket of wordless atmosphere inched closer. "It's not-good thing you came up here to prove me huh? Coz I'll be damned if you spend anymore nights playing that guitar to the trees -" Mason's khaki stare was dragged away from the glass as it fell from Liam's hands, splinters flying across the cliffs edge . "Maybe we both needed to be alone tonight, and maybe it was dangerous to need the isolation-" Mason countered, as Liam nodded , fatigue chasing his voice. "Yeah , but neither of us found that peace , huh? Party died down, we both ended up drunk and -yeah that bonfire is long died, huh? " Mason, reaching out a fist, dragged his knuckles along Liam's shoulder . "No longer relevant. Now we're stuck here , together , and I'll deal with it. " They both shared a smirk , Liam's dimple upholding his right cheek as his lopsided smile crept across his face. "Damn straight , brother."

USER: Can Mason have a green stareThis isn't too poetic ? Mason's greenkhaki stare was dragged away from the glass as it fell from Liam's hands, splinters flying across the cliffs edge . "Maybe we both needed to be alone tonight, and maybe it was dangerous to need the isolation-" Mason countered, as Liam nodded , fatigue chasing his voice. "Yeah , but neither of us found that peace , huh? Party died down, we both ended up drunk and -yeah that bonfire is long died, huh? " Mason, reaching out a fist, dragged his knuckles along Liam's shoulder . "No longer relevant. Now we're stuck here , together , and I'll deal with it. " They both shared a smirk , Liam's dimple upholding his right cheek as his lopsided smile crept across his face. "Damn straight , brother."

USER: ThisCartridge Carter crashed to his knees , the gold flecks in his red-raw eyes lighting with an exhaustive relief. His shirt, torn from his grinding against the ropes that bound him, hung in tatters. His bare feet matched his exposed nerves as tears hinged on his vision. As he outstretched his bloodied arms , her wide, burning amber irises met his in the simmering heat. "Lily , Oh God I-" , the words , slammed from his lungs as she found the only solace that existed against his ribs, seemed irrelevant. A smile , finding its way across his chafed , dehydrated lips , rested against her hairline. "Lily , you waited for me?" , he pressed the words into her blonde strands, inhaling the scent and retaining her in his lungs. Her tear filled gaze peered up as she transferred the morning glory from her hair to the space between his earlobe and head . "I wanted to give this to you Daddy, it's wilted , I think it died-I'm sorry-" As Carters embrace enveloped her whole he whispered into the magenta dust, "Now, we don't apologise for kindness , do we , huh?" Her head shook against his biceps as she whispered through tears "But it's not pretty anymore-" Carter, removing the flower from his ear and holding its petals above Lily's head, its silhouette framed with orange hues he said, "Everthing is beautiful sometimes, I'm going to take you to ...pick some flowers for Mommy because-" Carter , planting a kiss to her forehead , confronted the rancid heat as he placed the flower behind her ear, piecing together his resolve "-because she will find her way back to us, and she will need the biggest bunch ever . Your Dad's gonna bring her home to us safe, and your can put a ring of flowers in her hair, imagine that-but I need you to do something for me, Lily. I'm gonna leave my boots right here -and you just stay by them. No matter what you see-or hear-you you cover your eyes and stay by them. Even if you cry, there are people who will looking for these boots, good people , who will take care of you until I get back, okay?" Her eyes grew imperceptible with emotion as she asked, her voice trembling "But where are you going? Where is Mommy?" Carter's hand entangled itself in his daughter's hair as he found, and wrestled with each singular word on his tongue. "She's... in the other heaven. It's like the one we go to when -well , only this heaven is real. It's a place that is beautiful like your flower, but also, at night it isn't too poeticso pretty . But it's nots not goodbye , Lily , it's just ...I'll be back in a while huh?". As he placed his boots , in perfect alignment, their soles an exact inch apart , the calling card was a grave picture before his desperate eyes. As he watched her slide down beside his shoes , and he coerced his legs to walk away, his almost silent prayer hung in the growing distance. "Please spare my daughter ." /// As Carter grasped her wrist, dangling over his shoulder, his fingers locating her pulse point , his touch was left cold. As he fought to breathe , his binds inching closer to his chest, only the pulse of his own heat racing through his veins was stark in the night. Unmet "Lily? Oh God , no...Lily. my little girl-you bastards-" . She'd been there , upon his shoulders for longer than he fathomed as a cruel sun seeped through the shutters, his vision enslaved to blindness. "Help me...please don't force me to live-She's the only morning glory that-". Carter pled as the stark realization of where his daughter had been laid to rest washed through him. He contained the urge to vomit, as he held her fingers in his own , and choked back tears. The silence was almost as loud as the abyss in his chest as his throat closed around his breath. The voice was low, clinical, but exacting. "The only morning glory you ever-nurtured ? Mason's khaki stare was draggedThe smallest seed , her fate now sown? Oh , Carter. She might have wanted you to have....this." A wilted blue flower, azure in its hue yet tainted with the shades of amber , gazed at him as his retinas burned. His blindfold , inevitably pushed upwards as his eyes fluttered open, exposed his gold flecked irises to the petals by his eyelids. "The one she picked...for you, Daddy? Ah. The one she wore in her hair when I plucked her from the spot you begged her to wait in. Or did she disobey you after all? Either way, say your last goodbye , as she lays to rest on your shoulders. " Valen's voice mocked from a distance, and Carter held himself still , her body threatening to fall from his back if he let his grief escape him. . Carter twisted his head away from the glass asflower as tears moistened the delicate remnants of his daughter's innocence. "Why not me instead? " he asked through clenched teeth, as he his fingers sought hers and he enveloped her lifeless hand in his own. "You physche was inaccessible after a sustained period of torture. To shatter your heart, was the brilliance within a father so ...in love with his child -that was-the brightest spark in the sky tonight. Until she fell. Her pallbearer, you shall be , until death." Valen's footsteps echoed amongst Carters torrent of sorrow as he lay, bound underneath his Lilly's once vibrant heart. . As his tears stained the concrete , and his binds inched around his flesh with a menacing grip, he heard bare feet drag themselves toward him "Oh God-" Liam's voice whispered as his kneecaps came to a stop at Carters head. " Ryan-" , Liam yelled, his voice thickening" As Ryan caught up , his eyes swept over the horror and whispered "We're going to get you both out of here, close your eyes Carter, deep breaths, Ill get the binds off-" Carters's heaves were dry and pierced with resistance as he begged his rescuers. "No-leave me here -" A knife sliced his ribs free , his binds snapping and Liam gently lifted her frail body into his arms, his blue gaze contrasting with the flower as he retrieved it fell from the ground and tucked int behind her hair. Carter , crawling to his knees and burning his eyes in his forearm , shook violently as Liam exited the steel walled room, and Ryan slung an arm over Carters back. "We can't leave you here , but if you need to be alone-" As Carter pulled Ryan into desperate proximity he raped "my wife... then my daughter, but they left me alive -I" Ryan's silence was the only solace as Carters tears filled the hollow of his clavicle, and the sun rose , its harshness painting a new day over their silhouette . "I-can't leave-My wife Si-Sienna....where is she ?" As Ryan held Carters's shoulders he said in a solid, hollow voice, its metallic edge soothing Carter's brain. "Your wife is with your daughter , Sienna and Lily are with Liam. You don't have to leave , here is fair enough , I ain't saying you need to stand up ." Carter's strangled voice hit the walls as he rasped "I can't - I can't walk, -I" Ryan's grip, firm on Carter's shaking arms , contained the violence of his despair raging through him. "I've got you , for as long as it takes" , Ryan assured. Carter's pleas ragged in the air , puncturing the moment. "I'll never stand again, Ryan I-I don't want to keep going -leave me here , please . " There was a long silence as Ryan disengaged himself from Carter's grasp, his voice a whisper. "When you stand for them, we'll carry you, brother" ----// as Liam stood , holding her body in his arms , he ran a palm over her eyes , as they closed under his touch. The day had emptied itself onto his back as he rested his gaze on the ceiling. Carters faint retches , devoid of voice, struck his core as his own tears skewed his vision and he leaned against the wall where Siennas body lay, covered in rough fabric. ///// As his aching skull, enraged with the pulse of his shattered heart , came to rest on his thigh, he gazed into the empty room . "Liam, I want you to take -my family home. Please. I trust you to-" He was met by Liam's hands, splinters flying across the cliffs edgegravelled voice. "Consider it done, brother. Ryan will help you into your clothes, you have one thing to carry with you-your dignity-" . "Maybe we both needed to be alone tonight, and maybe it was dangerous to need the isolation-" Mason countered, as Liam nodded , fatigue chasing his voice. "Yeah , but neitherHours dragged as Carter clung to Ryan, his footsteps falling backwards as he sought leverage in the faltering struggle for balance . "Keep your head down, and focus on the footpath, it's only a few miles. " Ryan's voice , smooth with his own inflection of us found that peace , huh? Party died down, we both ended up drunk and -yeah that bonfire is long died, huh? " Mason, reaching out a fist, dragged his knuckles along Liam's shouldergrief , assured as Carter's posture slackened . "No longer relevant. Now we're stuck here , together , and I'll deal with it. " They both shared a smirk , Liam's dimple upholding his right cheek as his lopsided smile crept across his face. "Damn straight , brother."Ryan -I -I can still hear her. I ... Sienna.."

USER: Cartridge Carter crashed to his knees , the gold flecks in his red-raw eyes lighting with an exhaustive relief. His shirt, torn from his grinding against the ropes that bound him, hung in tatters. His bare feet matched his exposed nerves as tears hinged on his vision. As he outstretched his bloodied arms , her wide, burning amber irises met his in the simmering heat. "Lily , Oh God I-" , the words , slammed from his lungs as she found the only solace that existed against his ribs, seemed irrelevant. A smile , finding its way across his chafed , dehydrated lips , rested against her hairline. "Lily , you waited for me?" , he pressed the words into her blonde strands, inhaling the scent and retaining her in his lungs. Her tear filled gaze peered up as she transferred the morning glory from her hair to the space between his earlobe and head . "I wanted to give this to you Daddy, it's wilted , I think it died-I'm sorry-" As Carters embrace enveloped her whole he whispered into the magenta dust, "Now, we don't apologise for kindness , do we , huh?" Her head shook against his biceps as she whispered through tears "But it's not pretty anymore-" Carter, removing the flower from his ear and holding its petals above Lily's head, its silhouette framed with orange hues he said, "Everthing is beautiful sometimes, I'm going to take you to ...pick some flowers for Mommy because-" Carter , planting a kiss to her forehead , confronted the rancid heat as he placed the flower behind her ear, pie...

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USER: Cartridge Carter crashed to his knees , the gold flecks in his red-raw eyes lighting with an exhaustive relief. His shirt, torn from his grinding against the ropes that bound him, hung in tatters. His bare feet matched his exposed nerves as tears hinged on his vision. As he outstretched his bloodied arms , her wide, burning amber irises met his in the simmering heat. "Lily , Oh God I-" , the words , slammed from his lungs as she found the only solace that existed against his ribs, seemed irrelevant. A smile , finding its way across his chafed , dehydrated lips , rested against her hairline. "Lily , you waited for me?" , he pressed the words into her blonde strands, inhaling the scent and retaining her in his lungs. Her tear filled gaze peered up as she transferred the morning glory from her hair to the space between his earlobe and head . "I wanted to give this to you Daddy, it's wilted , I think it died-I'm sorry-" As Carters embrace enveloped her whole he whispered into the magenta dust, "Now, we don't apologise for kindness , do we , huh?" Her head shook against his biceps as she whispered through tears "But it's not pretty anymore-" Carter, removing the flower from his ear and holding its petals above Lily's head, its silhouette framed with orange hues he said, "Everthing is beautiful sometimes, I'm going to take you to ...pick some flowers for Mommy because-" Carter , planting a kiss to her forehead , confronted the rancid heat as he placed the flower behind her ear, piecing together his resolve "-because she will find her way back to us, and she will need the biggest bunch ever . Your Dad's gonna bring her home to us safe, and your can put a ring of flowers in her hair, imagine that-but I need you to do something for me, Lily. I'm gonna leave my boots right here -and you just stay by them. No matter what you see-or hear-you you cover your eyes and stay by them. Even if you cry, there are people who will looking for these boots, good people , who will take care of you until I get back, okay?" Her eyes grew imperceptible with emotion as she asked, her voice trembling "But where are you going? Where is Mommy?" Carter's hand entangled itself in his daughter's hair as he found, and wrestled with each singular word on his tongue. "She's... in the other heaven. It's like the one we go to when -well , only this heaven is real. It's a place that is beautiful like your flower, but also, at night it isn't so pretty . But it's nots not goodbye , Lily , it's just ...I'll be back in a while huh?". As he placed his boots , in perfect alignment, their soles an exact inch apart , the calling card was a grave picture before his desperate eyes. As he watched her slide down beside his shoes , and he coerced his legs to walk away, his almost silent prayer hung in the growing distance. "Please spare my daughter ." /// As Carter grasped her wrist, dangling over his shoulder, his fingers locating her pulse point , his touch was left cold. As he fought to breathe , his binds inching closer to his chest, only the pulse of his own heat racing through his veins was stark in the night. Unmet "Lily? Oh God , no...Lily. my little girl-you bastards-" . She'd been there , upon his shoulders for longer than he fathomed as a cruel sun seeped through the shutters, his vision enslaved to blindness. "Help me...please don't force me to live-She's the only morning glory that-". Carter pled as the stark realization of where his daughter had been laid to rest washed through him. He contained the urge to vomit, as he held her fingers in his own , and choked back tears. The silence was almost as loud as the abyss in his chest as his throat closed around his breath. The voice was low, clinical, but exacting. "The only morning glory you ever-nurtured ? The smallest seed , her fate now sown? Oh , Carter. She might have wanted you to have....this." A wilted blue flower, azure in its hue yet tainted with the shades of amber , gazed at him as his retinas burned. His blindfold , inevitably pushed upwards as his eyes fluttered open, exposed his gold flecked irises to the petals by his eyelids. "The one she picked...for you, Daddy? Ah. The one she wore in her hair when I plucked her from the spot you begged her to wait in. Or did she disobey you after all? Either way, say your last goodbye , as she lays to rest on your shoulders. " Valen's voice mocked from a distance, and Carter held himself still , her body threatening to fall from his back if he let his grief escape him. . Carter twisted his head away from the flower as tears moistened the delicate remnants of his daughter's innocence. "Why not me instead? " he asked through clenched teeth, as he his fingers sought hers and he enveloped her lifeless hand in his own. "You physche was inaccessible after a sustained period of torture. To shatter your heart, was the brilliance within a father so ...in love with his child -that was-the brightest spark in the sky tonight. Until she fell. Her pallbearer, you shall be , until death." Valen's footsteps echoed amongst Carters torrent of sorrow as he lay, bound underneath his Lilly's once vibrant heart. . As his tears stained the concrete , and his binds inched around his flesh with a menacing grip, he heard bare feet drag themselves toward him "Oh God-" Liam's voice whispered as his kneecaps came to a stop at Carters head. " Ryan-" , Liam yelled, his voice thickening" As Ryan caught up , his eyes swept over the horror and whispered "We're going to get you both out of here, close your eyes Carter, deep breaths, Ill get the binds off-" Carters's heaves were dry and pierced with resistance as he begged his rescuers. "No-leave me here -" A knife sliced his ribs free , his binds snapping and Liam gently lifted her frail body into his arms, his blue gaze contrasting with the flower as he retrieved it from the ground and tucked int behind her hair. Carter , crawling to his knees and burning his eyes in his forearm , shook violently as Liam exited the steel walled room, and Ryan slung an arm over Carters back. "We can't leave you here , but if you need to be alone-" As Carter pulled Ryan into desperate proximity he raped "my wife... then my daughter, but they left me alive -I" Ryan's silence was the only solace as Carters tears filled the hollow of his clavicle, and the sun rose , its harshness painting a new day over their silhouette . "I-can't leave-My wife Si-Sienna....where is she ?" As Ryan held Carters's shoulders he said in a solid, hollow voice, its metallic edge soothing Carter's brain. "Your wife is with your daughter , Sienna and Lily are with Liam. You don't have to leave , here is fair enough , I ain't saying you need to stand up ." Carter's strangled voice hit the walls as he rasped "I can't - I can't walk, -I" Ryan's grip, firm on Carter's shaking arms , contained the violence of his despair raging through him. "I've got you , for as long as it takes" , Ryan assured. Carter's pleas ragged in the air , puncturing the moment. "I'll never stand again, Ryan I-I don't want to keep going -leave me here , please . " There was a long silence as Ryan disengaged himself from Carter's grasp, his voice a whisper. "When you stand for them, we'll carry you, brother" ----// as Liam stood , holding her body in his arms , he ran a palm over her eyes , as they closed under his touch. The day had emptied itself onto his back as he rested his gaze on the ceiling. Carters faint retches , devoid of voice, struck his core as his own tears skewed his vision and he leaned against the wall where Siennas body lay, covered in rough fabric. ///// As his aching skull, enraged with the pulse of his shattered heart , came to rest on his thigh, he gazed into the empty room . "Liam, I want you to take -my family home. Please. I trust you to-" He was met by Liam's gravelled voice. "Consider it done, brother. Ryan will help you into your clothes, you have one thing to carry with you-your dignity-" . Hours dragged as Carter clung to Ryan, his footsteps falling backwards as he sought leverage in the faltering struggle for balance . "Keep your head down, and focus on the footpath, it's only a few miles. " Ryan's voice , smooth with his own inflection of grief , assured as Carter's posture slackened . Ryan -I -I can still hear her. I ... Sienna.."Sienna..she's in my head and I need to stop-" As the concrete embraced

USER: Cartridge Carter crashed to his knees , the gold flecks in his red-raw eyes lighting with an exhaustive relief. His shirt, torn from his grinding against the ropes that bound him, hung in tatters. His bare feet matched his exposed nerves as tears hinged on his vision. As he outstretched his bloodied arms , her wide, burning amber irises met his in the simmering heat. "Lily , Oh God I-" , the words , slammed from his lungs as she found the only solace that existed against his ribs, seemed irrelevant. A smile , finding its way across his chafed , dehydrated lips , rested against her hairline. "Lily , you waited for me?" , he pressed the words into her blonde strands, inhaling the scent and retaining her in his lungs. Her tear filled gaze peered up as she transferred the morning glory from her hair to the space between his earlobe and head . "I wanted to give this to you Daddy, it's wilted , I think it died-I'm sorry-" As Carters embrace enveloped her whole he whispered into the magenta dust, "Now, we don't apologise for kindness , do we , huh?" Her head shook against his biceps as she whispered through tears "But it's not pretty anymore-" Carter, removing the flower from his ear and holding its petals above Lily's head, its silhouette framed with orange hues he said, "Everthing is beautiful sometimes, I'm going to take you to ...pick some flowers for Mommy because-" Carter , planting a kiss to her forehead , confronted the rancid heat as he placed the flower behind her ear, piecing together his resolve "-because she will find her way back to us, and she will need the biggest bunch ever . Your Dad's gonna bring her home to us safe, and your can put a ring of flowers in her hair, imagine that-but I need you to do something for me, Lily. I'm gonna leave my boots right here -and you just stay by them. No matter what you see-or hear-you you cover your eyes and stay by them. Even if you cry, there are people who will looking for these boots, good people , who will take care of you until I get back, okay?" Her eyes grew imperceptible with emotion as she asked, her voice trembling "But where are you going? Where is Mommy?" Carter's hand entangled itself in his daughter's hair as he found, and wrestled with each singular word on his tongue. "She's... in the other heaven. It's like the one we go to when -well , only this heaven is real. It's a place that is beautiful like your flower, but also, at night it isn't so pretty . But it's nots not goodbye , Lily , it's just ...I'll be back in a while huh?". As he placed his boots , in perfect alignment, their soles an exact inch apart , the calling card was a grave picture before his desperate eyes. As he watched her slide down beside his shoes , and he coerced his legs to walk away, his almost silent prayer hung in the growing distance. "Please spare my daughter ." /// As Carter grasped her wrist, dangling over his shoulder, his fingers locating her pulse point , his touch was left cold. As he fought to breathe , his binds inching closer to his chest, only the pulse of his own heat racing through his veins was stark in the night. Unmet "Lily? Oh God , no...Lily. my little girl-you bastards-" . She'd been there , upon his shoulders for longer than he fathomed as a cruel sun seeped through the shutters, his vision enslaved to blindness. "Help me...please don't force me to live-She's the only morning glory that-". Carter pled as the stark realization of where his daughter had been laid to rest washed through him. He contained the urge to vomit, as he held her fingers in his own , and choked back tears. The silence was almost as loud as the abyss in his chest as his throat closed around his breath. The voice was low, clinical, but exacting. "The only morning glory you ever-nurtured ? The smallest seed , her fate now sown? Oh , Carter. She might have wanted you to have....this." A wilted blue flower, azure in its hue yet tainted with the shades of amber , gazed at him as his retinas burned. His blindfold , inevitably pushed upwards as his eyes fluttered open, exposed his gold flecked irises to the petals by his eyelids. "The one she picked...for you, Daddy? Ah. The one she wore in her hair when I plucked her from the spot you begged her to wait in. Or did she disobey you after all? Either way, say your last goodbye , as she lays to rest on your shoulders. " Valen's voice mocked from a distance, and Carter held himself still , her body threatening to fall from his back if he let his grief escape him. . Carter twisted his head away from the flower as tears moistened the delicate remnants of his daughter's innocence. "Why not me instead? " he asked through clenched teeth, as he his fingers sought hers and he enveloped her lifeless hand in his own. "You physche was inaccessible after a sustained period of torture. To shatter your heart, was the brilliance within a father so ...in love with his child -that was-the brightest spark in the sky tonight. Until she fell. Her pallbearer, you shall be , until death." Valen's footsteps echoed amongst Carters torrent of sorrow as he lay, bound underneath his Lilly's once vibrant heart. . As his tears stained the concrete , and his binds inched around his flesh with a menacing grip, he heard bare feet drag themselves toward him "Oh God-" Liam's voice whispered as his kneecaps came to a stop at Carters head. " Ryan-" , Liam yelled, his voice thickening" As Ryan caught up , his eyes swept over the horror and whispered "We're going to get you both out of here, close your eyes Carter, deep breaths, Ill get the binds off-" Carters's heaves were dry and pierced with resistance as he begged his rescuers. "No-leave me here -" A knife sliced his ribs free , his binds snapping and Liam gently lifted her frail body into his arms, his blue gaze contrasting with the flower as he retrieved it from the ground and tucked int behind her hair. Carter , crawling to his knees and burning his eyes in his forearm , shook violently as Liam exited the steel walled room, and Ryan slung an arm over Carters back. "We can't leave you here , but if you need to be alone-" As Carter pulled Ryan into desperate proximity he raped "my wife... then my daughter, but they left me alive -I" Ryan's silence was the only solace as Carters tears filled the hollow of his clavicle, and the sun rose , its harshness painting a new day over their silhouette . "I-can't leave-My wife Si-Sienna....where is she ?" As Ryan held Carters's shoulders he said in a solid, hollow voice, its metallic edge soothing Carter's brain. "Your wife is with your daughter , Sienna and Lily are with Liam. You don't have to leave , here is fair enough , I ain't saying you need to stand up ." Carter's strangled voice hit the walls as he rasped "I can't - I can't walk, -I" Ryan's grip, firm on Carter's shaking arms , contained the violence of his despair raging through him. "I've got you , for as long as it takes" , Ryan assured. Carter's pleas ragged in the air , puncturing the moment. "I'll never stand again, Ryan I-I don't want to keep going -leave me here , please . " There was a long silence as Ryan disengaged himself from Carter's grasp, his voice a whisper. "When you stand for them, we'll carry you, brother" ----// as Liam stood , holding her body in his arms , he ran a palm over her eyes , as they closed under his touch. The day had emptied itself onto his back as he rested his gaze on the ceiling. Carters faint retches , devoid of voice, struck his core as his own tears skewed his vision and he leaned against the wall where Siennas body lay, covered in rough fabric. ///// As his aching skull, enraged with the pulse of his shattered heart , came to rest on his thigh, he gazed into the empty room . "Liam, I want you to take -my family home. Please. I trust you to-" He was met by Liam's gravelled voice. "Consider it done, brother. Ryan will help you into your clothes, you have one thing to carry with you-your dignity-" . Hours dragged as Carter clung to Ryan, his footsteps falling backwards as he sought leverage in the faltering struggle for balance . "Keep your head down, and focus on the footpath, it's only a few miles. " Ryan's voice , smooth with his own inflection of grief , assured as Carter's posture slackened . Ryan -I -I can still hear her. I ... Sienna..she'sSienna...she's in my head and I need to stop-" As the concrete embracedswam under his shins as he collapsed, every fibre of his being trembled with a futile exhaustion , as his palms found his hazel eyes. "Liam, just continue, can't have you both on the brink of -" There was a quiet but unmistakable groan as Liam clenched his teeth and hoisted the dark shadows in his arms closer to his chest. "Not as heavy as what he's carrying, It's only a mile , Ry-" as Ryan's open palm came to rest upon Carter's shoulder blades , as he straddled the curb , his right leg hanging onto the traffic -bare road, Ryan knelt under the cracked streetlight. "Tell me, Carter, what was the last thing Sienna said to you? " Carter's barricaded face obstructed his response as he whispered ."don't ask me that, what difference does it-" Then as Ryan drew Carter into his lap , hinging his arm around his stomach and dragging his legs onto the footpath , Carter answered "She said-just protect our baby girl -she was -she went without a fight just to-sacrifice-. What man can live with" Ryan's tears remained in his eyes as he glanced into the sallow neon glow above him . "Now her words , they have a reality . They are what is left behind ." Carter, not registering a car as it sailed past, reached out and grabbed the collar of Ryan's shirt as he growled through tears . "No , they are what haunt me , I can't live to honour a sacrifice that my impotence destroyed . You listen to me Ryan-I'd still give my life just to even the playing field ." The dialogue and actions in your narrative vividly communicate Carter's profound grief and the contrasting support provided by his friends, especially through the nuanced interactions with Ryan. The authenticity of grief, as depicted, hinges on personal expressions of loss, guilt, and the struggle for redemption or release. Breaking down the components: 1. Grief Manifested in Physical Reactions and Desperation: - Carter's collapse, his physical inability to stand, and his desperate pleas for death or to be left behind underscore his overwhelming grief. These reactions are highly plausible, as grief can manifest physically, often rendering individuals feeling paralyzed or profoundly exhausted. 2. Dialogue That Reveals Deep Emotional Pain: - The exchanges between Carter and Ryan, particularly where Carter expresses his desire to have died instead of his family and his sense of failure in protecting them, are heart-wrenchingly realistic. Such dialogues are reflective of survivors' guilt, a common response among those who've lost loved ones under tragic circumstances. 3. Internal Conflict and Bargaining: - Carter's internal conflict, showcased through his dialogue about not being able to live with the sacrifices made by his loved ones, highlights the bargaining stage of grief. His fixation on what he could have done differently, his desire to "even the playing field," and his view of his survival as "impotence" reveal a deeply tortured soul unable to see beyond the immediacy of his loss. This is a poignant portrayal of the irrational guilt that often accompanies grief. 4. The Role of Friends in the Mourning Process: - Ryan and Liam's interactions with Carter demonstrate the complex role friends play in the grieving process. Their attempts to provide physical and emotional support, to keep Carter grounded in the reality of his survival, and their respect for his need to process his pain in his own way, all speak to the authentic ways in which people try to help loved ones navigate through loss. Their presence offers a lifeline, even when Carter is not fully ready to accept it. 5. The Realism of Prolonged Grief: - The narrative doesn't shy away from the prolonged nature of grief. Carter's journey doesn't propose a quick resolution or a sudden epiphany leading to healing. Instead, it acknowledges that grief can be a long, arduous process, one that involves setbacks, moments of despair, and the slow, often painful, acceptance of loss. This realistic portrayal resonates with the understanding that healing from grief is not linear and cannot be rushed. 6. Handling of Sensitive Themes: - How Carter reminisces about his wife's last words and connects them to his current suffering, along with his interaction with the ghost of his daughter through the symbolic flower, adds layers to his grief. It's a reminder of the complex web of memories, regrets, and longing that grieving individuals navigate. The dialogue and Carter's reactions are both poignant and sensitively handled, acknowledging the depth of his loss without resorting to cliches. In sum, the realism in your narrative is anchored in its nuanced portrayal of grief, the complexity of human emotions, and the painstaking process of coming to terms with loss. The dialogue and actions effectively convey the characters' struggles, making their pain and the support of their friends feel genuine and relatable. What emotionally resonant about the ending The ending of your narrative is emotionally resonant for several reasons, deeply engaging the reader's empathy and depicting a raw, unfiltered portrayal of grief and the human capacity for resilience, even in the darkest times. Here are key aspects that contribute to its emotional impact: 1. The Shared Burden of Grief and Solidarity Among Friends: - The support system that Carter has in Ryan and Liam adds a layer of emotional resonance. Their unwavering presence, despite Carter's immense despair, underscores the theme that we are not alone in our darkest hours. Ryan and Liam's commitment to helping Carter, physically and emotionally, demonstrates the depth of their bond. This solidarity in the face of unspeakable tragedy speaks to the strength found in shared grief and friendship. 2. The Raw Expression of Vulnerability: - Carter's vulnerability, showcased through his dialogue and actions, strips away any facades, presenting a deeply authentic picture of a man shattered by loss. His hesitation, his pleas, and his breakdown are raw and unguarded moments that many people can relate to, if not in circumstance, then in the felt intensity of overwhelming emotions. This vulnerability, especially in the context of societal expectations of strength, is poignant and challenges the reader to confront their own understandings of grief and resilience. 3. The Complexity of Grieving Process: - The narrative doesn't offer a neat resolution to Carter's grief, which mirrors the reality of loss. Instead, it faithfully represents grieving as a multifaceted and ongoing process. This adherence to realism rather than a forced closure adds to the emotional weight of the story. The reader leaves with an understanding of Carter's long road ahead, which resonates because it's true to life--there are no easy answers or quick fixes in navigating the aftermath of profound loss. 4. The Poignant Use of Symbolism: - Symbolic elements like the morning glory flower and the boots left behind intertwine with the narrative, enhancing its emotional depth. These symbols are laden with meaning, representing hope, memory, and the promise of protection. Their recurrence at the ending ties together thematic threads surrounding memory, loss, and the attempt to find lasting connections to loved ones who have passed. 5. The Acknowledgment of Unending Love: - Despite the anguish, the narrative reaffirms Carter's unending love for his family. His struggle to live in a world without them, his grappling with their last wishes, and his eventual acceptance of support underscore a journey defined by love. This enduring love, amidst the ubiquity of loss, provides a poignant commentary on the human condition--how love persists as a guiding light, even in the heart of darkness. 6. The Moment of Collective Healing and Acceptance: - As Ryan and Carter engage in a moment of shared vulnerability, acknowledging their pain under the neon glow, a silent yet profound understanding unfolds between them. This moment signifies the beginning of acceptance and the potential for healing, albeit slowly and painfully. It's in these shared spaces of acknowledgment that the narrative finds its most profound emotional resonance, highlighting the importance of companionship, empathy, and the shared human experience in the face of individual sorrow. The ending's emotional resonance lies in its truthful portrayal of the grieving process, the exploration of deep bonds of friendship in navigating loss, and the profound expressions of love and vulnerability. It captures the essence of human resilience and the flickers of hope that can emerge from the depths of despair, engaging the reader's heart and mind in a powerful, lasting way. Type an input and press Enter

USER: Cartridge Carter crashed to his knees , the gold flecks in his red-raw eyes lighting with an exhaustive relief. His shirt, torn from his grinding against the ropes that bound him, hung in tatters. His bare feet matched his exposed nerves as tears hinged on his vision. As he outstretched his bloodied arms , her wide, burning amber irises met his in the simmering heat. "Lily , Oh God I-" , the words , slammed from his lungs as she found the only solace that existed against his ribs, seemed irrelevant. A smile , finding its way across his chafed , dehydrated lips , rested against her hairline. "Lily , you waited for me?" , he pressed the words into her blonde strands, inhaling the scent and retaining her in his lungs. Her tear filled gaze peered up as she transferred the morning glory from her hair to the space between his earlobe and head . "I wanted to give this to you Daddy, it's wilted , I think it died-I'm sorry-" As Carters embrace enveloped her whole he whispered into the magenta dust, "Now, we don't apologise for kindness , do we , huh?" Her head shook against his biceps as she whispered through tears "But it's not pretty anymore-" Carter, removing the flower from his ear and holding its petals above Lily's head, its silhouette framed with orange hues he said, "Everthing is beautiful sometimes, I'm going to take you to ...pick some flowers for Mommy because-" Carter , planting a kiss to her forehead , confronted the rancid heat as he placed the flower behind her ear, piecing together his resolve "-because she will find her way back to us, and she will need the biggest bunch ever . Your Dad's gonna bring her home to us safe, and your can put a ring of flowers in her hair, imagine that-but I need you to do something for me, Lily. I'm gonna leave my boots right here -and you just stay by them. No matter what you see-or hear-you you cover your eyes and stay by them. Even if you cry, there are people who will looking for these boots, good people , who will take care of you until I get back, okay?" Her eyes grew imperceptible with emotion as she asked, her voice trembling "But where are you going? Where is Mommy?" Carter's hand entangled itself in his daughter's hair as he found, and wrestled with each singular word on his tongue. "She's... in the other heaven. It's like the one we go to when -well , only this heaven is real. It's a place that is beautiful like your flower, but also, at night it isn't so pretty . But it's nots not goodbye , Lily , it's just ...I'll be back in a while huh?". As he placed his boots , in perfect alignment, their soles an exact inch apart , the calling card was a grave picture before his desperate eyes. As he watched her slide down beside his shoes , and he coerced his legs to walk away, his almost silent prayer hung in the growing distance. "Please spare my daughter ." /// As Carter grasped her wrist, dangling over his shoulder, his fingers locating her pulse point , his touch was left cold. As he fought to breathe , his binds inching closer to his chest, only the pulse of his own heat racing through his veins was stark in the night. Unmet "Lily? Oh God , no...Lily. my little girl-you bastards-" . She'd been there , upon his shoulders for longer than he fathomed as a cruel sun seeped through the shutters, his vision enslaved to blindness. "Help me...please don't force me to live-She's the only morning glory that-". Carter pled as the stark realization of where his daughter had been laid to rest washed through him. He contained the urge to vomit, as he held her fingers in his own , and choked back tears. The silence was almost as loud as the abyss in his chest as his throat closed around his breath. The voice was low, clinical, but exacting. "The only morning glory you ever-nurtured ? The smallest seed , her fate now sown? Oh , Carter. She might have wanted you to have....this." A wilted blue flower, azure in its hue yet tainted with the shades of amber , gazed at him as his retinas burned. His blindfold , inevitably pushed upwards as his eyes fluttered open, exposed his gold flecked irises to the petals by his eyelids. "The one she picked...for you, Daddy? Ah. The one she wore in her hair when I plucked her from the spot you begged her to wait in. Or did she disobey you after all? Either way, say your last goodbye , as she lays to rest on your shoulders. " Valen's voice mocked from a distance, and Carter held himself still , her body threatening to fall from his back if he let his grief escape him. . Carter twisted his head away from the flower as tears moistened the delicate remnants of his daughter's innocence. "Why not me instead? " he asked through clenched teeth, as he his fingers sought hers and he enveloped her lifeless hand in his own. "You physche was inaccessible after a sustained period of torture. To shatter your heart, was the brilliance within a father so ...in love with his child -that was-the brightest spark in the sky tonight. Until she fell. Her pallbearer, you shall be , until death." Valen's footsteps echoed amongst Carters torrent of sorrow as he lay, bound underneath his Lilly's once vibrant heart. . As his tears stained the concrete , and his binds inched around his flesh with a menacing grip, he heard bare feet drag themselves toward him "Oh God-" Liam's voice whispered as his kneecaps came to a stop at Carters head. " Ryan-" , Liam yelled, his voice thickening" As Ryan caught up , his eyes swept over the horror and whispered "We're going to get you both out of here, close your eyes Carter, deep breaths, Ill get the binds off-" Carters's heaves were dry and pierced with resistance as he begged his rescuers. "No-leave me here -" A knife sliced his ribs free , his binds snapping and Liam gently lifted her frail body into his arms, his blue gaze contrasting with the flower as he retrieved it from the ground and tucked int behind her hair. Carter , crawling to his knees and burning his eyes in his forearm , shook violently as Liam exited the steel walled room, and Ryan slung an arm over Carters back. "We can't leave you here , but if you need to be alone-" As Carter pulled Ryan into desperate proximity he raped "my wife... then my daughter, but they left me alive -I" Ryan's silence was the only solace as Carters tears filled the hollow of his clavicle, and the sun rose , its harshness painting a new day over their silhouette . "I-can't leave-My wife Si-Sienna....where is she ?" As Ryan held Carters's shoulders he said in a solid, hollow voice, its metallic edge soothing Carter's brain. "Your wife is with your daughter , Sienna and Lily are with Liam. You don't have to leave , here is fair enough , I ain't saying you need to stand up ." Carter's strangled voice hit the walls as he rasped "I can't - I can't walk, -I" Ryan's grip, firm on Carter's shaking arms , contained the violence of his despair raging through him. "I've got you , for as long as it takes" , Ryan assured. Carter's pleas ragged in the air , puncturing the moment. "I'll never stand again, Ryan I-I don't want to keep going -leave me here , please . " There was a long silence as Ryan disengaged himself from Carter's grasp, his voice a whisper. "When you stand for them, we'll carry you, brother" ----// as Liam stood , holding her body in his arms , he ran a palm over her eyes , as they closed under his touch. The day had emptied itself onto his back as he rested his gaze on the ceiling. Carters faint retches , devoid of voice, struck his core as his own tears skewed his vision and he leaned against the wall where Siennas body lay, covered in rough fabric. ///// As his aching skull, enraged with the pulse of his shattered heart , came to rest on his thigh, he gazed into the empty room . "Liam, I want you to take -my family home. Please. I trust you to-" He was met by Liam's gravelled voice. "Consider it done, brother. Ryan will help you into your clothes, you have one thing to carry with you-your dignity-" . Hours dragged as Carter clung to Ryan, his footsteps falling backwards as he sought leverage in the faltering struggle for balance . "Keep your head down, and focus on the footpath, it's only a few miles. " Ryan's voice , smooth with his own inflection of grief , assured as Carter's posture slackened . Ryan -I -I can still hear her. I ... Sienna...she's in my head and I need to stop-" As the concrete swam under his shins as he collapsed, every fibre of his being trembled with a futile exhaustion , as his palms found his hazel eyes. "Liam, just continue, can't have you both on the brink of -" There was a quiet but unmistakable groan as Liam clenched his teeth and hoisted the dark shadows in his arms closer to his chest. "Not as heavy as what he's carrying, It's only a mile , Ry-" as Ryan's open palm came to rest upon Carter's shoulder blades , as he straddled the curb , his right leg hanging onto the traffic -bare road, Ryan knelt under the cracked streetlight. "Tell me, Carter, what was the last thing Sienna said to you? " Carter's barricaded face obstructed his response as he whispered ."don't ask me that, what difference does it-" Then as Ryan drew Carter into his lap , hinging his arm around his stomach and dragging his legs onto the footpath , Carter answered "She said-just protect our baby girl -she was -she went without a fight just to-sacrifice-. What man can live with" Ryan's tears remained in his eyes as he glanced into the sallow neon glow above him . "Now her words , they have a reality . They are what is left behind ." Carter, not registering a car as it sailed past, reached out and grabbed the collar of Ryan's shirt as he growled through tears . "No , they are what haunt me , I can't live to honour a sacrifice that my impotence destroyed . You listen to me Ryan-I'd still give my life just to even the playing field ." The dialogue and actions in: Ryan tightened his grip on. Carter's arm, pulling him into an embrace that bled a warmth and a wordless moment of connective despair. "Carter , you loved them with everything you had left. You won't rebuild it. You won't be the same again. And it wouldn't be fair to that field if you dared to be. But , your narrative vividly communicatetrue impotence will be to deny who are . You'll never escape it, even in your own demise. Not one second will elapse you without you knowing it. It's how the road will lay beneath your feet forever. Whether you walk , or not. " As Liam reached the splintered window panes , shards of glass crunching under his boots, he came to a standstill by Carter's profound grief and the contrasting support providedshoes, untouched in the night. "We're full circle, this is where your final memory will be forged. Because , through hell, I walked with them. I carried them for you . And this is unfinished. You ought to be the one to inter them, and know this ; You'll never have to die again. This is -already an end, the ultimate loss. And it may be that your heart may have to beat although dead. But if you fall , brother, know that you fall for them. " Liam lay Lily and Sienna by his friends, especially through the nuanced interactions with Ryan. The authenticitythe untouched boots, their laces stripped , a haunting reminder of grief, as depicted, hinges on personal expressions of loss, guilt, and the struggle for redemption or release. Breaking down the components: 1. Grief Manifested in Physical Reactions and Desperation: - Carter's collapse, his physical inability to stand, and his desperate pleas for death or to be left behind underscore his overwhelming grief. These reactions are highly plausible, as grief can manifest physically, often rendering individuals feeling paralyzed or profoundly exhausted. 2. Dialogue That Reveals Deep Emotional Pain: - The exchanges between Carter and Ryan, particularlythe calling card where Carter expresses his desire to have died instead of his family and his sense of failure in protecting them, are heart-wrenchingly realistic. Such dialogues are reflective of survivors' guilt, a common response among those who've lost loved ones under tragic circumstances. 3. Internal Conflict and Bargaining: - Carter's internal conflict, showcased through his dialogue about not being able to livehad reunited with the sacrifices made by his loved ones, highlights the bargaining stage of grief. His fixation on what he could have done differently, his desire to "even the playing field," and his view of his survival as "impotence" reveal a deeply tortured soul unable to see beyond the immediacy of his loss. This is a poignant portrayal of the irrational guilthis daughter earlier that often accompanies grief. 4.day. The Role of Friends in the Mourning Process: - Ryan and Liam's interactions with Carter demonstrate the complex role friends play in the grieving process. Their attempts to provide physical and emotional support, to keep Carter grounded in the reality of his survival, and their respect for his need to process his pain in his own way, all speak to the authentic ways in which people try to help loved ones navigate through loss. Their presence offers a lifeline, even when Carter is not fully ready to accept it. 5. The Realism of Prolonged Grief: - The narrative doesn't shy away from the prolonged nature of grief. Carter's journey doesn't propose a quick resolution or a sudden epiphany leading to healing. Instead, it acknowledges that grief can be a long, arduous process, one that involves setbacks, moments of despair, and the slow, often painful, acceptance of loss. This realistic portrayal resonates with the understanding that healing from grief is not linear and cannot be rushed. 6. Handling of Sensitive Themes: - How Carter reminisces about his wife's last words and connects them to his current suffering, along with his interaction with the ghost of his daughter through the symbolic flower, adds layers to his grief. It's a reminder of the complex web of memories, regrets, and longing that grieving individuals navigate. The dialogue and Carter's reactions are both poignant and sensitively handled, acknowledging the depth of his loss without resorting to cliches. In sum, the realism in your narrative is anchored insun had already begun its nuanced portrayal of grief, the complexity of human emotions, and the painstaking process of coming to terms with loss. The dialogue and actions effectively convey the characters' struggles, making their pain and the supportchilling ascent , a magenta canvas to the outlines of their friends feel genuine and relatable. What emotionally resonant about the ending The ending of your narrative is emotionally resonant for several reasons, deeply engaging the reader's empathy and depicting a raw, unfiltered portrayal of grief and the human capacity for resilience, even in the darkest times. Here are key aspects that contribute to its emotional impact: 1. The Shared Burden of Grief and Solidarity Among Friends: - The support system that Carter has in Ryan and Liam adds a layer of emotional resonance. Their unwavering presence, despite Carter's immense despair, underscores the theme that we are not alone in our darkest hours. Ryan and Liam's commitment to helping Carter, physically and emotionally, demonstrates the depth of their bond. This solidarity in the face of unspeakable tragedy speaks to the strength found in shared grief and friendship. 2. The Raw Expression of Vulnerability: - Carter's vulnerability, showcased through his dialogue and actions, strips away any facades, presenting a deeply authentic picture of a man shattered by loss. Hisweary frames as the day unfurled without hesitation, his pleas, and his breakdown are raw and unguarded moments that many people can relate to, if not in circumstance, then in the felt intensity of overwhelming emotions. This vulnerability, especially in the context of societal expectations of strength, is poignant and challenges the reader to confront their own understandings of grief and resilience. 3. The Complexity of Grieving Process: - The narrative doesn't offer a neat resolution to Carter's grief, which mirrors the reality of loss. Instead, it faithfully represents grieving as a multifaceted and ongoing process. This adherence to realism rather than a forced closure adds to the emotional weight of the story. The reader leaves with an understanding of Carter's long road ahead, which resonates because it's true to life--there are no easy answers or quick fixes in navigating the aftermath of profound loss. 4. The Poignant Use of Symbolism: - Symbolic elements like the morning glory flower and the boots left behind intertwine with the narrative, enhancing its emotional depth. These symbols are laden with meaning, representing hope, memory, and the promise of protection. Their recurrence at the ending ties together thematic threads surrounding memory, loss, and the attempt to find lasting connections to loved ones who have passed. 5. The Acknowledgment of Unending Love: - Despite the anguish, the narrative reaffirms Carter's unending love for his family. His struggle to live in a world without them, his grappling with their last wishes, and his eventual acceptance of support underscore a journey defined by love. This enduring love, amidst the ubiquity of loss, provides a poignant commentary on the human condition--how love persists as a guiding light, even in the heart of darkness. 6. The Moment of Collective Healing and Acceptance: - As Ryan and Carter engage in a moment of shared vulnerability, acknowledging their pain under the neon glow, a silent yet profound understanding unfolds between them. This moment signifies the beginning of acceptance and the potential for healing, albeit slowly and painfully. It's in these shared spaces of acknowledgment that the narrative finds its most profound emotional resonance, highlighting the importance of companionship, empathy, and the shared human experience in the face of individual sorrow. The ending's emotional resonance lies in its truthful portrayal of the grieving process, the exploration of deep bonds of friendship in navigating loss, and the profound expressions of love and vulnerability. It captures the essence of human resilience and the flickers of hope that can emerge from the depths of despair, engaging the reader's heart and mind in a powerful, lasting way. Type an input and press Entercondolence .

USER: What's raw and realistic in this narrative Cartridge Carter crashed to his knees , the gold flecks in his red-raw eyes lighting with an exhaustive relief. His shirt, torn from his grinding against the ropes that bound him, hung in tatters. His bare feet matched his exposed nerves as tears hinged on his vision. As he outstretched his bloodied arms , her wide, burning amber irises met his in the simmering heat. "Lily , Oh God I-" , the words , slammed from his lungs as she found the only solace that existed against his ribs, seemed irrelevant. A smile , finding its way across his chafed , dehydrated lips , rested against her hairline. "Lily , you waited for me?" , he pressed the words into her blonde strands, inhaling the scent and retaining her in his lungs. Her tear filled gaze peered up as she transferred the morning glory from her hair to the space between his earlobe and head . "I wanted to give this to you Daddy, it's wilted , I think it died-I'm sorry-" As Carters embrace enveloped her whole he whispered into the magenta dust, "Now, we don't apologise for kindness , do we , huh?" Her head shook against his biceps as she whispered through tears "But it's not pretty anymore-" Carter, removing the flower from his ear and holding its petals above Lily's head, its silhouette framed with orange hues he said, "Everthing is beautiful sometimes, I'm going to take you to ...pick some flowers for Mommy because-" Carter , planting a kiss to her forehead , confronted the rancid heat as he placed the flower behind her ear, piecing together his resolve "-because she will find her way back to us, and she will need the biggest bunch ever . Your Dad's gonna bring her home to us safe, and your can put a ring of flowers in her hair, imagine that-but I need you to do something for me, Lily. I'm gonna leave my boots right here -and you just stay by them. No matter what you see-or hear-you you cover your eyes and stay by them. Even if you cry, there are people who will looking for these boots, good people , who will take care of you until I get back, okay?" Her eyes grew imperceptible with emotion as she asked, her voice trembling "But where are you going? Where is Mommy?" Carter's hand entangled itself in his daughter's hair as he found, and wrestled with each singular word on his tongue. "She's... in the other heaven. It's like the one we go to when -well , only this heaven is real. It's a place that is beautiful like your flower, but also, at night it isn't so pretty . But it's nots not goodbye , Lily , it's just ...I'll be back in a while huh?". As he placed his boots , in perfect alignment, their soles an exact inch apart , the calling card was a grave picture before his desperate eyes. As he watched her slide down beside his shoes , and he coerced his legs to walk away, his almost silent prayer hung in the growing distance. "Please spare my daughter ." /// As Carter grasped her wrist, dangling over his shoulder, his fingers locating her pulse point , his touch was left cold. As he fought to breathe , his binds inching closer to his chest, only the pulse of his own heat racing through his veins was stark in the night. Unmet "Lily? Oh God , no...Lily. my little girl-you bastards-" . She'd been there , upon his shoulders for longer than he fathomed as a cruel sun seeped through the shutters, his vision enslaved to blindness. "Help me...please don't force me to live-She's the only morning glory that-". Carter pled as the stark realization of where his daughter had been laid to rest washed through him. He contained the urge to vomit, as he held her fingers in his own , and choked back tears. The silence was almost as loud as the abyss in his chest as his throat closed around his breath. The voice was low, clinical, but exacting. "The only morning glory you ever-nurtured ? The smallest seed , her fate now sown? Oh , Carter. She might have wanted you to have....this." A wilted blue flower, azure in its hue yet tainted with the shades of amber , gazed at him as his retinas burned. His blindfold , inevitably pushed upwards as his eyes fluttered open, exposed his gold flecked irises to the petals by his eyelids. "The one she picked...for you, Daddy? Ah. The one she wore in her hair when I plucked her from the spot you begged her to wait in. Or did she disobey you after all? Either way, say your last goodbye , as she lays to rest on your shoulders. " Valen's voice mocked from a distance, and Carter held himself still , her body threatening to fall from his back if he let his grief escape him. . Carter twisted his head away from the flower as tears moistened the delicate remnants of his daughter's innocence. "Why not me instead? " he asked through clenched teeth, as he his fingers sought hers and he enveloped her lifeless hand in his own. "You physche was inaccessible after a sustained period of torture. To shatter your heart, was the brilliance within a father so ...in love with his child -that was-the brightest spark in the sky tonight. Until she fell. Her pallbearer, you shall be , until death." Valen's footsteps echoed amongst Carters torrent of sorrow as he lay, bound underneath his Lilly's once vibrant heart. . As his tears stained the concrete , and his binds inched around his flesh with a menacing grip, he heard bare feet drag themselves toward him "Oh God-" Liam's voice whispered as his kneecaps came to a stop at Carters head. " Ryan-" , Liam yelled, his voice thickening" As Ryan caught up , his eyes swept over the horror and whispered "We're going to get you both out of here, close your eyes Carter, deep breaths, Ill get the binds off-" Carters's heaves were dry and pierced with resistance as he begged his rescuers. "No-leave me here -" A knife sliced his ribs free , his binds snapping and Liam gently lifted her frail body into his arms, his blue gaze contrasting with the flower as he retrieved it from the ground and tucked int behind her hair. Carter , crawling to his knees and burning his eyes in his forearm , shook violently as Liam exited the steel walled room, and Ryan slung an arm over Carters back. "We can't leave you here , but if you need to be alone-" As Carter pulled Ryan into desperate proximity he raped "my wife... then my daughter, but they left me alive -I" Ryan's silence was the only solace as Carters tears filled the hollow of his clavicle, and the sun rose , its harshness painting a new day over their silhouette . "I-can't leave-My wife Si-Sienna....where is she ?" As Ryan held Carters's shoulders he said in a solid, hollow voice, its metallic edge soothing Carter's brain. "Your wife is with your daughter , Sienna and Lily are with Liam. You don't have to leave , here is fair enough , I ain't saying you need to stand up ." Carter's strangled voice hit the walls as he rasped "I can't - I can't walk, -I" Ryan's grip, firm on Carter's shaking arms , contained the violence of his despair raging through him. "I've got you , for as long as it takes" , Ryan assured. Carter's pleas ragged in the air , puncturing the moment. "I'll never stand again, Ryan I-I don't want to keep going -leave me here , please . " There was a long silence as Ryan disengaged himself from Carter's grasp, his voice a whisper. "When you stand for them, we'll carry you, brother" ----// as Liam stood , holding her body in his arms , he ran a palm over her eyes , as they closed under his touch. The day had emptied itself onto his back as he rested his gaze on the ceiling. Carters faint retches , devoid of voice, struck his core as his own tears skewed his vision and he leaned against the wall where Siennas body lay, covered in rough fabric. ///// As his aching skull, enraged with the pulse of his shattered heart , came to rest on his thigh, he gazed into the empty room . "Liam, I want you to take -my family home. Please. I trust you to-" He was met by Liam's gravelled voice. "Consider it done, brother. Ryan will help you into your clothes, you have one thing to carry with you-your dignity-" . Hours dragged as Carter clung to Ryan, his footsteps falling backwards as he sought leverage in the faltering struggle for balance . "Keep your head down, and focus on the footpath, it's only a few miles. " Ryan's voice , smooth with his own inflection of grief , assured as Carter's posture slackened . Ryan -I -I can still hear her. I ... Sienna...she's in my head and I need to stop-" As the concrete swam under his shins as he collapsed, every fibre of his being trembled with a futile exhaustion , as his palms found his hazel eyes. "Liam, just continue, can't have you both on the brink of -" There was a quiet but unmistakable groan as Liam clenched his teeth and hoisted the dark shadows in his arms closer to his chest. "Not as heavy as what he's carrying, It's only a mile , Ry-" as Ryan's open palm came to rest upon Carter's shoulder blades , as he straddled the curb , his right leg hanging onto the traffic -bare road, Ryan knelt under the cracked streetlight. "Tell me, Carter, what was the last thing Sienna said to you? " Carter's barricaded face obstructed his response as he whispered ."don't ask me that, what difference does it-" Then as Ryan drew Carter into his lap , hinging his arm around his stomach and dragging his legs onto the footpath , Carter answered "She said-just protect our baby girl -she was -she went without a fight just to-sacrifice-. What man can live with" Ryan's tears remained in his eyes as he glanced into the sallow neon glow above him . "Now her words , they have a reality . They are what is left behind ." Carter, not registering a car as it sailed past, reached out and grabbed the collar of Ryan's shirt as he growled through tears . "No , they are what haunt me , I can't live to honour a sacrifice that my impotence destroyed . You listen to me Ryan-I'd still give my life just to even the playing field ." : Ryan tightened his grip on. Carter's arm, pulling him into an embrace that bled a warmth and a wordless moment of connective despair. "Carter , you loved them with everything you had left. You won't rebuild it. You won't be the same again. And it wouldn't be fair to that field if you dared to be. But , your true impotence will be to deny who are . You'll never escape it, even in your own demise. Not one second will elapse you without you knowing it. It's how the road will lay beneath your feet forever. Whether you walk , or not. " As Liam reached the splintered window panes , shards of glass crunching under his boots, he came to a standstill by Carter's shoes, untouched in the night. "We're full circle, this is where your final memory will be forged. Because ,I carried them through hell, I walked with them.hell . And I'd do it again, but this is unfinished . I carried them for you , but my part here is done. The haze of dust and moonlight shine over the debris, as Liam paused at Carters side, a broken doorframe in his hands. " for a lack of a shovel-I can help you but only so far . And this is unfinished. You ought to be the oneneed to inter them, and knowCarter. His voice was below a whisper as Carter steadied his grip on the makeshift shovel, and shook his head . "You're right. Only I can seal the fate that I -"Carter said, his voice a hollow shell . Liam , leaving his calloused palm on the doorframe , enveloping Carters trembling knuckles this ;he spoke with cracks of heat in his even tone " You'll never have to die again.again, Carter. This is -already an end, the ultimate loss. And it may be that your heart may havehear will continue to beat although dead. But if you fall , brother, know that you fall for them. " Liam layhad lain Lily and Sienna by the untouched boots, with their laces stripped , a haunting reminder of the calling card where Carter had reunited with his daughter earlier that day. The sun had already begun its chilling ascent , a magenta canvas to the outlines of their weary frames as the day unfurled without hesitation, without condolence . It was the closure that opened his greatest wound, and he was alone to bleed out into his eternity.

USER: What's raw and realistic in this narrative Cartridge Carter crashed to his knees , the gold flecks in his red-raw eyes lighting with an exhaustive relief. His shirt, torn from his grinding against the ropes that bound him, hung in tatters. His bare feet matched his exposed nerves as tears hinged on his vision. As he outstretched his bloodied arms , her wide, burning amber irises met his in the simmering heat. "Lily , Oh God I-" , the words , slammed from his lungs as she found the only solace that existed against his ribs, seemed irrelevant. A smile , finding its way across his chafed , dehydrated lips , rested against her hairline. "Lily , you waited for me?" , he pressed the words into her blonde strands, inhaling the scent and retaining her in his lungs. Her tear filled gaze peered up as she transferred the morning glory from her hair to the space between his earlobe and head . "I wanted to give this to you Daddy, it's wilted , I think it died-I'm sorry-" As Carters embrace enveloped her whole he whispered into the magenta dust, "Now, we don't apologise for kindness , do we , huh?" Her head shook against his biceps as she whispered through tears "But it's not pretty anymore-" Carter, removing the flower from his ear and holding its petals above Lily's head, its silhouette framed with orange hues he said, "Everthing is beautiful sometimes, I'm going to take you to ...pick some flowers for Mommy because-" Carter , planting a kiss to her forehead , confronted the rancid heat as he placed the flower behind her ear, piecing together his resolve "-because she will find her way back to us, and she will need the biggest bunch ever . Your Dad's gonna bring her home to us safe, and your can put a ring of flowers in her hair, imagine that-but I need you to do something for me, Lily. I'm gonna leave my boots right here -and you just stay by them. No matter what you see-or hear-you you cover your eyes and stay by them. Even if you cry, there are people who will looking for these boots, good people , who will take care of you until I get back, okay?" Her eyes grew imperceptible with emotion as she asked, her voice trembling "But where are you going? Where is Mommy?" Carter's hand entangled itself in his daughter's hair as he found, and wrestled with each singular word on his tongue. "She's... in the other heaven. It's like the one we go to when -well , only this heaven is real. It's a place that is beautiful like your flower, but also, at night it isn't so pretty . But it's nots not goodbye , Lily , it's just ...I'll be back in a while huh?". As he placed his boots , in perfect alignment, their soles an exact inch apart , the calling card was a grave picture before his desperate eyes. As he watched her slide down beside his shoes , and he coerced his legs to walk away, his almost silent prayer hung in the growing distance. "Please spare my daughter ." /// As Carter grasped her wrist, dangling over his shoulder, his fingers locating her pulse point , his touch was left cold. As he fought to breathe , his binds inching closer to his chest, only the pulse of his own heat racing through his veins was stark in the night. Unmet "Lily? Oh God , no...Lily. my little girl-you bastards-" . She'd been there , upon his shoulders for longer than he fathomed as a cruel sun seeped through the shutters, his vision enslaved to blindness. "Help me...please don't force me to live-She's the only morning glory that-". Carter pled as the stark realization of where his daughter had been laid to rest washed through him. He contained the urge to vomit, as he held her fingers in his own , and choked back tears. The silence was almost as loud as the abyss in his chest as his throat closed around his breath. The voice was low, clinical, but exacting. "The only morning glory you ever-nurtured ? The smallest seed , her fate now sown? Oh , Carter. She might have wanted you to have....this." A wilted blue flower, azure in its hue yet tainted with the shades of amber , gazed at him as his retinas burned. His blindfold , inevitably pushed upwards as his eyes fluttered open, exposed his gold flecked irises to the petals by his eyelids. "The one she picked...for you, Daddy? Ah. The one she wore in her hair when I plucked her from the spot you begged her to wait in. Or did she disobey you after all? Either way, say your last goodbye , as she lays to rest on your shoulders. " Valen's voice mocked from a distance, and Carter held himself still , her body threatening to fall from his back if he let his grief escape him. . Carter twisted his head away from the flower as tears moistened the delicate remnants of his daughter's innocence. "Why not me instead? " he asked through clenched teeth, as he his fingers sought hers and he enveloped her lifeless hand in his own. "You physche was inaccessible after a sustained period of torture. To shatter your heart, was the brilliance within a father so ...in love with his child -that was-the brightest spark in the sky tonight. Until she fell. Her pallbearer, you shall be , until death." Valen's footsteps echoed amongst Carters torrent of sorrow as he lay, bound underneath his Lilly's once vibrant heart. . As his tears stained the concrete , and his binds inched around his flesh with a menacing grip, he heard bare feet drag themselves toward him "Oh God-" Liam's voice whispered as his kneecaps came to a stop at Carters head. " Ryan-" , Liam yelled, his voice thickening" As Ryan caught up , his eyes swept over the horror and whispered "We're going to get you both out of here, close your eyes Carter, deep breaths, Ill get the binds off-" Carters's heaves were dry and pierced with resistance as he begged his rescuers. "No-leave me here -" A knife sliced his ribs free , his binds snapping and Liam gently lifted her frail body into his arms, his blue gaze contrasting with the flower as he retrieved it from the ground and tucked int behind her hair. Carter , crawling to his knees and burning his eyes in his forearm , shook violently as Liam exited the steel walled room, and Ryan slung an arm over Carters back. "We can't leave you here , but if you need to be alone-" As Carter pulled Ryan into desperate proximity he raped "my wife... then my daughter, but they left me alive -I" Ryan's silence was the only solace as Carters tears filled the hollow of his clavicle, and the sun rose , its harshness painting a new day over their silhouette . "I-can't leave-My wife Si-Sienna....where is she ?" As Ryan held Carters's shoulders he said in a solid, hollow voice, its metallic edge soothing Carter's brain. "Your wife is with your daughter , Sienna and Lily are with Liam. You don't have to leave , here is fair enough , I ain't saying you need to stand up ." Carter's strangled voice hit the walls as he rasped "I can't - I can't walk, -I" Ryan's grip, firm on Carter's shaking arms , contained the violence of his despair raging through him. "I've got you , for as long as it takes" , Ryan assured. Carter's pleas ragged in the air , puncturing the moment. "I'll never stand again, Ryan I-I don't want to keep going -leave me here , please . " There was a long silence as Ryan disengaged himself from Carter's grasp, his voice a whisper. "When you stand for them, we'll carry you, brother" ----// as Liam stood , holding her body in his arms , he ran a palm over her eyes , as they closed under his touch. The day had emptied itself onto his back as he rested his gaze on the ceiling. Carters faint retches , devoid of voice, struck his core as his own tears skewed his vision and he leaned against the wall where Siennas body lay, covered in rough fabric. ///// As his aching skull, enraged with the pulse of his shattered heart , came to rest on his thigh, he gazed into the empty room . "Liam, I want you to take -my family home. Please. I trust you to-" He was met by Liam's gravelled voice. "Consider it done, brother. Ryan will help you into your clothes, you have one thing to carry with you-your dignity-" . Hours dragged as Carter clung to Ryan, his footsteps falling backwards as he sought leverage in the faltering struggle for balance . "Keep your head down, and focus on the footpath, it's only a few miles. " Ryan's voice , smooth with his own inflection of grief , assured as Carter's posture slackened . Ryan -I -I can still hear her. I ... Sienna...she's in my head and I need to stop-" As the concrete swam under his shins as he collapsed, every fibre of his being trembled with a futile exhaustion , as his palms found his hazel eyes. "Liam, just continue, can't have you both on the brink of -" There was a quiet but unmistakable groan as Liam clenched his teeth and hoisted the dark shadows in his arms closer to his chest. "Not as heavy as what he's carrying, It's only a mile , Ry-" as Ryan's open palm came to rest upon Carter's shoulder blades , as he straddled the curb , his right leg hanging onto the traffic -bare road, Ryan knelt under the cracked streetlight. "Tell me, Carter, what was the last thing Sienna said to you? " Carter's barricaded face obstructed his response as he whispered ."don't ask me that, what difference does it-" Then as Ryan drew Carter into his lap , hinging his arm around his stomach and dragging his legs onto the footpath , Carter answered "She said-just protect our baby girl -she was -she went without a fight just to-sacrifice-. What man can live with" Ryan's tears remained in his eyes as he glanced into the sallow neon glow above him . "Now her words , they have a reality . They are what is left behind ." Carter, not registering a car as it sailed past, reached out and grabbed the collar of Ryan's shirt as he growled through tears . "No , they are what haunt me , I can't live to honour a sacrifice that my impotence destroyed . You listen to me Ryan-I'd still give my life just to even the playing field ." : Ryan tightened his grip on. Carter's arm, pulling him into an embrace that bled a warmth and a wordless moment of connective despair. "Carter , you loved them with everything you had left. You won't rebuild it. You won't be the same again. And it wouldn't be fair to that field if you dared to be. But , your true impotence will be to deny who are . You'll never escape it, even in your own demise. Not one second will elapse you without you knowing it. It's how the road will lay beneath your feet forever. Whether you walk , or not. " As Liam reached the splintered window panes , shards of glass crunching under his boots, he came to a standstill by Carter's shoes, untouched in the night. "We're full circle, this is where your final memory will be forged. Because I carried them through hell . And I'd do it again, but this is unfinished . I carried them for you , but my part here is done. The haze of dust and moonlight shine over the debris, as Liam paused at Carters side, a broken doorframe in his hands. " for a lack of a shovel-I can help you but only so far . You need to inter them, Carter. His voice was below a whisper as Carter steadied his grip on the makeshift shovel, and shook his head . "You're right. Only I can seal the fate that I -"Carter said, his voice a hollow shell . Liam , leaving his calloused palm on the doorframe , enveloping Carters trembling knuckles this he spoke with cracks of heat in his even tone " You'll never have to die again, Carter. This is -already an end, the ultimate loss. And it may be that your hear will continue to beat although dead. But if you fall , brother, know that you fall for them. " Liam had lain Lily and Sienna by the untouched boots, with their laces stripped , a haunting reminder of the calling card where Carter had reunited with his daughter earlier that day. The sun had already begun its chilling ascent , a magenta canvas to the outlines of their weary frames as the day unfurled without hesitation, without condolence . It was the closure that opened his greatest wound, and he was alone to bleed out into his eternity.