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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Splashback77:
12/25/2017 8:25:18 AM
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[b][u]The Mistakes[/u][/b]
[i]Sarah's Personal Apartment, 2 Weeks After a Certain Event[/i]
Sarah should've made that choice. Not Oliver. She. Herself. Or whatever grammar.
She had buckets, one in each room of her house. She was unable to use any of her light abilities, and was restricted to her telekinesis.
Luckily, it was still as powerful as before. She was either tired, sleeping eating vegtables-- not eating much sugar, or throwing up.
She didn't want to go out anywhere. Her hair was an absolute mess. It started to look comparable to Mia's during the few times her twin sister took her hair down. It tangled as a Destiny 1 conspircy theory about the Vex.
Her hazel eyes were so weary. So full of regret.
She wore civilian clothes, and sat around. She either watched Rwby, or RvB. (She would get WAAY too emtional about the deaths.)
Sarah got a lot of visits. David would come over and chat twice a week. Then Mason and Mia. Bedlam would stop by daily. Occasional people she hadn't heard from would stop by.
She catalouged who stopped by.
Otherwise, she was bored.
And right now, she was in the middle of watching Rwby. She was up to the beginning of Volume Five.
She heard a knock at the door.
She paused the show, answering it.
[spoiler]Open. Would suggest either Orn or Cth to reply.[/spoiler]
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Bedlam stood there in simple shorts and a t-shirt rather than his dress clothes. He did have his normal, happy smile though. "Hey, you doing alright today?"
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Edited by Splashback77: 12/19/2017 6:24:01 AM"Miserable. I put myself in the spot. I have to pay."
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"Yeah, or we could get you out of here and take a nice walk...after I help you with that hair..."
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"Yes, you can help me with my hair," she sighed. She was glad she had his company.
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"Try not to look so miserable, Carolina~" Bedlam chuckled as suddenly swept her off her feet and kissed her cheek. "You've got so much to be happy about..."
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"Enlighten me," she requested.
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Bedlam then kissed her forehead and began carrying her to her bedroom as he talked. "Well, you've got me as a friend and I'm worth something, aren't I?"
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She smiled, "Yes, I'm left in good compan-- [i]hrrrg[/i]!" She vomited on herself and him. "I'm soooo sorry."
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He winced and now led them to her bathroom. "I-It's okay..."
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"Ugh.. It's horrible, having to deal with this."
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Bedlam brought her into the bathroom and set her in the tub. "Do you know why you're so sick?"
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"I know exactly why. I just... don't want to admit to it," she replied.
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Bedlam began to clean her off. "Sarah, you can tell me. I just want you happy again."
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Edited by Splashback77: 12/20/2017 4:58:42 AM"Bedlam... I think it'll scare you off," she replied.
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"Nothing will scare me away from you." He gave her another kiss on the cheek.
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"Well then... Bedlam... ugh... knowing you, I kinda hate to say this... but I'm pregnant."
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"Hehe...wha..." Bedlam fell over, fainting.
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She put on cold water and used her molecular level telekinesis to move the water so it sprayed on Bedlam.
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Edited by Stitch: 12/20/2017 2:01:26 AMBedlam gasped as he woke up, startled. "W-Wait, how? It has only been like, a few weeks since we...y'know."
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Edited by Splashback77: 12/20/2017 5:29:33 AM"That's where the even worst part comes into play to the point that would anger you. Keep in mind, I do have many regrets about it. I kinda... cheated on you, if we're really dating. Yet again, everything is up in the air and I don't know where we stand."
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Bedlam seemed to back up a little at that, looking everywhere, but at Sarah. "I...uhh...I mean, I guess we aren't...together....I just...." He looked her in the eye with a weak smile and watering eyes. "I hope you two are very happy together and that the child is healthy...but I've got to go." Bedlam started quickly walking out of the apartment.
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"I told you, he'd run," Sarah told Lunar, who momentary appeared. "Yeah, it's not my fault you're now miserable and friendless," Lunar sighed.
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He stopped at the front door, leaning on the doorway before slowly sliding down so he was sitting on the ground. He clutched his head in his hands and took deep breathes. "Why do I care? We weren't even together...this is my fault."
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Suddenly he saw a six foot tall blonde standing over him. She wore a the robes of the Warlock and the Dark-Drinker on her back. The woman looked about 21. She looked down at Bedlam. Her voice was rather high-pitched, "Hello! Why so sad?"
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"I just lost what might've been the love of my life...I'm so stupid." He cried quietly into his hands, sitting there pathetically.
