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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 23, 2009 18:36:41 GMT -5
Tristan thought about what Fiona had sad for a moment. "Well, you should know then... that I just don't give out compliments willy-nilly. If I say something, I mean it."
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 18:42:56 GMT -5
Fiona gave a weak chuckle. "If you say so," she said. "Though I don't think I'll ever believe it myself."
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 23, 2009 18:52:21 GMT -5
Tristan shook his head softly as he leaned back into his chair, becoming slightly more comfortable around Fiona. "You don't see yourself very clearly," he remarked.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 20:13:40 GMT -5
Fiona shook her head and looked down. She didn't want to listen to him. There was nothing special about her, her father had told her so. "I do," she whispered. "Trust me."
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 23, 2009 21:25:23 GMT -5
Tristan shook his head, pulling his knees up to his chest. "I don't think you do," he replied. "Why do you think so low of yourself?" he asked her.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 22:07:24 GMT -5
Fiona shook her head again. Her eyes began to burn for the tears that would never come. "Him," she choked. That was all she could manage to say. Now that anger wasn't the main emotion flowing through her, she could really feel the hurt and pain her father had left her.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 23, 2009 22:11:58 GMT -5
Tristan nodded slowly as he unfolded himself from the chair and crossed to the couch where Fiona was seated. He sat down next to her and leaned forward and said quietly but fervently, "Fiona. You cannot let him continue to control your life. You are beautiful, and from what I can tell... you are a good person as well. Whatever it was that your, no not your father. I will not call him that. Because a father doesn't treat a daughter the way he treated you. So whatever it was that he said to you, made you believe about yourself? Don't believe it. Because its crap, Fiona."
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 22:36:33 GMT -5
As Tristan sat next to her and leaned in, she leaned back away from him frowning. Her face was stern with disbelief. "Its not that easy," she mumbled. "You know, its kind of hard when its literally beaten into you. You just can't forget that kind of stuff." Her temper was raising again and she fought to control herself. His words were hollow to her ears.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 23, 2009 22:44:52 GMT -5
Tristan nodded again and leaned back on the couch. "I understand that. It must have been tough for you. I just want you to know that there is at least one person out there who disagrees with him."
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 22:58:22 GMT -5
"How would you even know? Really?" Fiona snapped. She instantly regretted it, even though she meant every word. She put her face in her hands and shook her head violently. "It's stupid really. Not important. This is why I don't talk about it." It was hard for her to take any compliment or form of love because it was never present in her life.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 23, 2009 23:16:31 GMT -5
Tristan scooted away slightly as Fiona snapped at him. She was right, what did Tristan really know about her? "I don't know... I just... I know you're really angry and upset at me. And I understand that. I shouldn't have meddled in your life, and I apologize for it. But I can tell that underneath that anger? You are a good person, Fiona." He shrugged his shoulders and returned to his chair.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 23:29:55 GMT -5
Fiona frowned as she watched him move away. She was good at messing things up. In a way she appreciated his help, but it always went back to how this could have never happened. When she jumped off that bridge she thought she could finally escape it all, and now it just seemed to have gotten worse. "Sorry," she finally whispered glancing over at him.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 23, 2009 23:30:43 GMT -5
"No.." Tristan replied softly. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 23:42:24 GMT -5
Fiona's angry expression changed quickly to a sad one. Can I ever forgive him? she contemplated. He really is trying. But look what he's done to me... Now she started to sound selfish, then again he was selfish as well to keep her from dying. Did she really want to be dead now though? She just wanted the hurt to stop. She wanted to be able to cry and let it out. She needed so many things that she didn't understand. Fiona laid down on the couch, staring blankly over at Tristan.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 24, 2009 12:01:54 GMT -5
Tristan sat on the chair, still staring at his lap. He let out a sigh, unsure of what to do here. He felt truly sorry for causing Fiona to have to continue to relive the pain of her mortal life. He wanted so badly to be able to take that away for her. It was unfair that she had to go through it, and even more unfair that she still felt she could not escape it. It was partly his fault, that he knew. Yet at the same time, he could not bring himself to regret turning her. Everything happens for a reason... he thought dimly.
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