Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140121230830/@comment-3293219-20140123191853

Nish climbed on the bed, so that he would be more comfortable, sitting next to her and keeping hold of her hand.

He lay down next to her as he began to speak, "three years ago, in Riften? Everyone I cared about had left me... I didn't know what to do with myself.

When I went to prison... I... wanted to get caught, I wanted a guard to kill me..." He reached his other hand across her stomach and rested it there, "I had it all planned out... I'd take his purse, stand there like an idiot and give him no choice but to kill me."

His eyes began to well up as he moved closer to her, "but I couldn't... I couldn't go through with it, I put my hands up like an idiot and..."

He smiled, moving his hand to her waste. "The point is? I left Riften... Manja, my father's home, I left it all behind and moved on... and eventually... I met you."

The breton pulled himself up, "it's not how long we live that matters, I can't promise you that I'll be around forever and I can't tell you what you'll feel when I'm gone...

But you'll have the chance to do something else... go to new places, meet new people... maybe meet someone else." He glanced away again, not sure how well that would go down.

"Xeran... Xeran spent his entire life isolated, alone... can you really blame him for seeing his long life as a curse? It's what you do with yourself that matters!"