Luctor et Emergo

Posted on 30 Jan 2016 @ 12:32am by Commander Luke Wyatt

225 words; about a 1 minute read

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Luke sat in his room, silent with salty crusted cheeks his face red and eyes bloodshot. He had lost all self control the moment he was left alone and the shattered remains of what was his family albums, trophies and mirror lay shattered on the floor some even spluttered with blood from the cuts he sustained from the out burst.

Luke, was a broken man. He had lost everything in such a short time and was reminded of what he had lost but not a memory of the daughter he had but the daughter who was still walking the corridors and wearing her face as if it belonged to her. He didn't know if he could hate her forever though, and that was what hurt him the most. The fact that he would one day have to get over his grievances and face his daughter every day and that thought alone scared him more than having to do without.

Picking himself up Luke filled his flask and walked over the broken glass which littered the floor "For fuck sake" He sad stumbling into the wall and punching it again. Opening the door he took a sip and slipped it into his belt line before walking off down the corridor grumbling to himself as cautious crewman made sure to give him a wide berth.

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