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                       _{At  the  sound  of  her  SQUEAKING  DOOR  opening,    Columbia  sat  up  on  the  rickety  mattress.    The  APPREHENSION  which  had  been  streaming  through  her  entire  being  ever  since  Liz  had  left  her  was  APPARENT  upon  pale  features.    The  ENTIRE  TIME  her  dear  friend  was  gone,    Columbia’s  leg  hadn’t  stopped  shaking,    hands  hadn’t  stopped  wringing.    She  SO  HORRIBLY  longed  to  know  what  was  happening.    At  the  sight  of  the  other,    she  was  QUICK  push  herself  off  the  bed  and  rush  to  Liz  for  her  inquiries  were  answered  in  an  INSTANT.    Her  arms  threw  around  the  other’s  frame,    naught  a  word  spilled  from  glossed  lips.    What  WAS  there  to  say    ???     The  ULTIMATE  WRONGDOING  had  been  committed  against  the  other,    and  Columbia  HADN’T  BEEN THERE  to  help  her.    If  it  wasn’t  for  the  fact  that  Liz  was  SO  BROKEN  before  her,    Columbia  would  run  straight  up  there  and  give  this  Countess  a  piece  of  her  mind.    Despite  the  GOOD  THINGS  her  friend  had  told  her,    others  who  were  TRAPPED  in  the  Cortez  had  told  her  plenty.    Enough  that  she  was  ABLE  to  piece  together  what  happened  without  asking  Liz  to  recount  the  events.}

             ^{BLOOD   stains   quaking   palms   ;    his   life   has   leaked   into   the   rivets   of   her   hands,   tinging   with   a   touch   of   permanency   not   yet   washed   away   by   the   water   bound   to   grace   skin   eventually    (    &   she’ll   let   that   liquid   clear   away   the   ichor   with   hesitancy     –––     it’s  the  only   part   of   him   she   has   left    ).    her   tears    are   falling   freely    &    distinctly,   shattered   gaze   wholly   unable   to   meet   the   younger   girl’s   heartfelt   one.    heart   is   heavy   with   the   weight   of   inconsolable   grief,   discernible   by   the   sobs   racking   a   frail   chest.   to   have   her   first     –––     &   perhaps,   only     –––     love   taken   so   suddenly,   without   mercy,   is   a   pain   sharper   than   any   she’s   endured   before   ;     it   hurts,   in   every   crevice   of   her   wary   bones,   with   every   thud   of   her   still  -  beating   heart.   but   some   comfort   is   derived   from   columbia’s   tight   embrace,    &    she   doesn’t   hesitate   in   returning   the   gesture,   thin   arms   wrapped   securely   around   the   girl’s   back     –––     as   if   it’s   the   last   human   contact   she’s   ever   going   to   have,   as   if   she’s   afraid   to   let   go.            ❛           you  can’t    ––    you  can’t   confront   her,   columbia.           ❜           voice   is   breaking,   raspy   from   crying    &    quiet   in   a   poor   effort   to   conceal   such   a   fact.          ❛           please    ––   promise  me.            ❜}

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