♕ |[25]| Where neither red, nor gold, nor wine, nor the rhythm of life is known.

[had_not_lived]

[Audio]

I didn't mean to go through. I was only trying to see if I could find Anne, and while I was looking in it's like it moved to swallow me up and.

[There's a pause here as Neil tries to collect himself. He's managing not to sniffle, but not even trying to hide how distraught he is.]

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't know I'd fall through.

I want to come back. Please. I don't want to be here.

Comments

[had_not_lived]

It's all right, Anne. You're okay, aren't you?

[ann-withane.livejournal.com]

...I'm not ill. But what about you? Are you okay?

[had_not_lived]

I'm- fine.

I'm sorry I couldn't get you back.

[ann-withane.livejournal.com]

It's all right. I think perhaps I'm supposed to be here.