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May. 31st, 2010 01:39 am[Filter: Private, in Kilian]
Ghosts.
It's been so long since I've been alone on these roads. Even before I traveled with Marias. I was so -- why was it different? It was so much easier not to look at the ghosts, then. Perhaps I was simply focused on Arwen, but ...
Perhaps my injuries made it worse. I was tired. I was ... sore. I was so afraid that I would lose Arwen, that the mist would carry her away ...
It wasn't real. Whatever it showed me, however it shook me at the time, it wasn't real.
Ghosts.
It's been so long since I've been alone on these roads. Even before I traveled with Marias. I was so -- why was it different? It was so much easier not to look at the ghosts, then. Perhaps I was simply focused on Arwen, but ...
Perhaps my injuries made it worse. I was tired. I was ... sore. I was so afraid that I would lose Arwen, that the mist would carry her away ...
It wasn't real. Whatever it showed me, however it shook me at the time, it wasn't real.
