into the deep end

the sweet oblivion of the victim, the poisoned freedom of the other.for one moment - it had felt like two parts returned - the needed reunion of two disparate halves. no more secrets, no more pain.the moment you get to give back what you never wanted to take. that moment, under the night-blooming flowers, when they had both let out the same single broken sigh of relief.but they were never whole to begin with, were they?qifrey swore he wouldn't say 'sorry' to this man any more if he could help it - sorry is cheap now. he didn't want to be in a position ever again where you only have 'sorry' left. so he just looks down into the threads of his blanket, strains his eye until it hurts, feeling his insides - his throat, heart and head - burn with pain. he expects more, but olly says nothing.olly says nothing.