*Tess is sobbing as soon as the rock makes contact. The momentum pitches her forward, and she catches herself with her free hand, scratching her palm on the rough ground. Her body shakes as the sobs tear through her, all the more painful for her broken nose. When he speaks again his words, his voice, are so familiar itâs like a knife in the heart. She has to keep reminding herself of what he is.*
No. You⌠youâre not! Youâre one of them, you knew it was coming anâ you didnât stop it!
*When he touches her, she wrenches her arms away, revulsion overpowering her.*
Calvin wouldnât let this happen!
*She raises the rock over her head before bringing it down again.*
Please-
-This time, Calvin see's the rock coming. He hardly moves, though; whether it's because he can't or because he no longer wants to is up for debate. Tess... she doesn't believe him. She thinks he's the fake. And he knows now that there's no use in trying to convince someone who doesn't want to be convinced. He's not sure where the rock hits this time, but it's enough to make his vision foggy and dark, and he can feel blood starting to drench various parts of his head, his shoulders. Sputtering a little, he falls backward and collapses on the ground in a heap. The pain in his back doesn't even bother him now.
He supposes it was going to end like this no matter what.
Weakly, he reaches for her again, he's words muffled and strung together.-
I'm... I'm sorry, Tess, 'm sorry, I love you, 'm sorry. Sorry...
-His fingers brush skin. He's about a minute from blacking out, maybe less. He has barely enough thought process to realize that even if he made it out of this, they'd never let him resume him life. He was right. Calvin... he was right from the start. What an idiot he'd been.
He wants her to kill him now.-











