His fingers clench into his palms under the water and it's a surge of rage that hits him. Why can't you control yourself? Why isn't your head your own?
It's faster that he realizes it, the way his hand comes up light lightening.
The nightmare is over--
His knuckles make contact with the glass sharply, the mirror's surface spidering out from beneath his fist. He heaves. ]
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It's not.
It's not.
His fingers clench into his palms under the water and it's a surge of rage that hits him. Why can't you control yourself? Why isn't your head your own?
It's faster that he realizes it, the way his hand comes up light lightening.
The nightmare is over--
His knuckles make contact with the glass sharply, the mirror's surface spidering out from beneath his fist. He heaves. ]