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Post by cherry2 on Dec 18, 2015 11:59:10 GMT
Wells didn’t like to feel responsible for his father’s actions. His father had taught him and he’d taught himself to be his own man. That he shouldn’t feel guilty for somebody else. He’d make his own mistakes anyway, so he could feel guilty about those instead. But that sometimes proved difficult especially when it was his father who ordered the executions on the ark. And some people liked to sometimes take that out on Wells. After all this time though, he’d become an expert at taking occasional abuse and brushing it off. But sometimes, very rarely, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit responsible. Like now. When he’d heard there was a 12 year old girl down on the ground and he felt a tinge of guilt. She was so young. What could she have possibly done to deserve this?
He found her in camp sleeping on her own and made his way towards the young girl. She seemed to be having a very fitful sleep. The closer he got to her the more he began to realise how small she was. How young. And he felt the familiar tinge of guilt again. As he approached the girl he heard her scream in her sleep. Must be nightmares. He slowly shook her to wake her up from whatever she was dreaming about. Only to have her scream again, this time her eyes were open but she must not have realised that she was awake. “Hey, it’s okay…” he said, holding his hands up and offering the friendliest smile he could muster trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. “You’re okay, you’re awake now,” he said in a soothing voice trying to calm her.
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