Log 22 - Voice.

[shooting_blanc]

[The recording opens up to him softly humming Diamond Crevasse.  He cuts himself off at what would be the line "It's long, long goodbye" and lets out an audible sigh.]

Alle... I really could use the rest of that bottle of rum.

...I [he pauses]  ...I always knew in the back of my mind but...  To actually hear it.  I could ignore it before but...

[Another pause, then his voice returns, strained as if fighting back tears]

I guess it really is easier to just not believe...  but at least I...

[he chokes on his next words]

-Finally told her.

[The recording cuts out, ending with the sound of a key being hit exceptionally hard]

Comments

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[ttlymostspecial.livejournal.com]

I'd argue that finding out you're going to die sooner than later is a big deal, but you can push that aside if you wish.

Do you act the way you do around most women to repress or disguise your feelings for the one?

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[shooting-blanc.livejournal.com]

More like I'm probably already dead.

...Close, but no cigar. Not quite ready to leave the watch repair business for psychiatry yet my friend.

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[ttlymostspecial.livejournal.com]

Then I suppose it's time to get comfortable in Purgatory, if you haven't already.


Haha. I made no claim to be a therapist, I was just wondering.

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[shooting-blanc.livejournal.com]

Far from it- heaven awaits, after all.

I don't mind- but you at least get the consolation prize for nearly hitting the mark.

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[ttlymostspecial.livejournal.com]

Good luck.

There's a prize?

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[shooting-blanc.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I'll try to stick around long enough to make sure you learn something from this ordeal too, at least.

Yeah, a lovely flower vase. nevermind the "rum" label on it.

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[ttlymostspecial.livejournal.com]

Touching.