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Broken Confusion

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(Dont write often, but I was bored and thought it was a decent idea - May write more similar post)


Petyr sat on the only furniture, a small chair, in a small room, with one shut door and no window. Elbows on his knees and head in his hands, stroking through his brown hair softly. The pull on his suit in his current position strangled his arms.

"What the fuck am I suppose to do now?" he muttered under his breath

Petyr sighed heavily and closed his eyes, trying to make sense of his current situation.

"I can't do it... I just..." he got up from the chair and paced around the room thinking, no noises except the occasional motor from outside driving by. He stepped over to the door, resting his hand on the handle, almost unsure if he should open the door or not. What did he fear? There was no one waiting to shoot him, nor a predator waiting to devour him. He was afraid that stepping out of this room would make him deal with the world, something that has been getting harder for him everyday since he settled down for more quiet life after...

Petyr stood there, hardly aware he was still holding the handle. All he could muster was a sigh before he stepped back from the door and returned to the chair, returning to the same position as he was just a few minutes ago in the small chair, surrounded by walls, seemingly enclosing on him.


Ramon Cain's picture

:O Who are you? And what you did with my buddy? Never mind I like this new Petyr more :P


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