Snippet #992732

How many months has it been now? Dominique thought with a frown, his forehead resting against the cold metal of the bridge underneath his feet. At was certainly times like these where he was very glad to be a sorcerer, for his invisibility stole away the image of his presence from the rest of the world—especially the humans. He didn't want someone to see the sadness on his face, nor his posture of humiliation. It feels like an eternity...

Straightening his body, he lightly rubbed his forehead whilst gazing at the direction of Crissa's home. This was always as far as he usually went, not an inch past the bridge. He couldn't bring himself to. He'd failed & now his heart was paying the prize. "But why must she too," Dominique wondered to himself.