Deuce sits alone, in the outskirts of trolls bane in some cave that lays bare, baren and desolete like his soul has came to be. He is pondering unwillingly upon intrusive thoughts that never seem to vanish from his mind. Next to him lays a crumpled piece of paper kept long a secret, and in his pocket. Though now, stepping away finally from such a nightmare that has followed him, no real emotion can be depicted physically, but his mind races in such a crude nature.
"I...must be..thankful.. at very least, to let...you go...Forgive me.."
Deuce cringes as he looks to the crumpled paper, then rubbing his hands rough, vertically from his forehead to his chin.
"Did you know..I mean..Did you consider at all?" He whispered to himself.
Deuce stands slowly, and begins to pace back and forth not really going anywhere at all. His hand scratching his chin.
"Helena...I..cannot blame thee...I am deeply ashamed...I wish i could be a different man, though twas' never to be....I must stress, therefore to conclude...In my position to live with remorse...Would be foolish and dangerous."
Sighing, Deuce turns to his bag, taking some logs and an often used hatchet from his bag, then beginning to prepare a fire. Moments later He stands, on sight grimly, infront of the fire, staring deep into it's flames. Now holding the crumpled paper in his hands.
"In taking your life without warning....How could you leave what we had.....behind...You have given me no choice....I must return such an unforgiving favour...."
Deuce, biting his lip struggles to hold back a single tear, letting it drape down his face, falling to the cold stone floor.
"Like you did in suicide....And with this note...I must now say goodbye...My love......."
Throwing the paper to the fire, Deuce watches as the note sinks into the fire turning to nothing more now than dust blowing in the wind.
((closed RP))
Staring deep into the flames.
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