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I called and called, Yet he still fought, Threw me to the side and stepped on top, Punched my nose, and made me bleed, Come back, it's me was all i said. I pointed the gun at him, But I couldn't pull the trigger, So I pointed it at my forehead and fell, He knelled down and held it, steady. There was nothing in his eyes, Nothing but blankness, I held his head in my hands, Come Back, it's just me, I said. It's just me, I repeated, His hand on the trigger **** me now, I said, Then he looked away. Look at me, I called, And finally a soft Tris escaped his mouth, I relaxed, He was back, He pulled away the gun from my head slowly, Then he turned around and faced the enemy.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
Come Back
I called and called, Yet he still fought, Threw me to the side and stepped on top, Punched my nose, and made me bleed, Come back, it's me was all i said. I pointed the gun at him, But I couldn't pull the trigger, So I pointed it at my forehead and fell, He knelled down and held it, steady. There was nothing in his eyes, Nothing but blankness, I held his head in my hands, Come Back, it's just me, I said. It's just me, I repeated, His hand on the trigger **** me now, I said, Then he looked away. Look at me, I called, And finally a soft Tris escaped his mouth, I relaxed, He was back, He pulled away the gun from my head slowly, Then he turned around and faced the enemy.
Tobias (Four) and Tris (Beatrice Prior)
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
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