 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Hearing a compartment door slide shut, next door to theirs, Darrin sprang from her in naieve panic. Composing himself, running a hand through his hair, he gave her short glance and read the dishevelled, confused look upon her face. "I meant it, you know. I may not be exactly straight about where my loyalties stand, but I do love you."
"That's all fine and well, but I dont care Darrin. I dont love you, not since you became this!" she shot back, shoving his hand from where it had been locked over her own.
"This!" spoke Darrin, slamming his fist upon the table and then opening his palm in frustration. "This! I am what I have become because of you! You broke me Marce. I loved you, I rescued you at the Durmstrang Massacre and still, when you awoke, you ran into his arms and not mine!" |