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[i]”Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor [b]fire.[/b]”[/i]
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[i]One moment.[/I]
It took a single moment for everything to go up in flames around him. It was insane how easily a person could forget how quickly things could go wrong in a moment. It didn't take long for trains to crash, it didn’t take years for that singular collision to happen, it all happened [i]quick[/i]. One intake of breath and suddenly you were derailed off the tracks and blood was pooling down the bridge of your nose. 

It only took a [i]moment[/i] for everything to shift around him. It only took a [i]moment[/i] for the building to collapse in on him, for the smell of his burning skin to flood his nostrils. It only took a [i]moment[/i] for the darkness to settle over him, the realization that he had messed up exponentially. It was [i]one moment[/i] and everything was different. 

Of course, that moment had been a deciding factor for him joining the organization. That moment had been the straw that broke the camel's back, the thread in the eye of the needle. Perhaps he was a masochist by nature but he had found himself at home here, it wasn't that he particularly loved the work or the responsibility but it was that he felt at home. 

He had [i]made[/i] a kind of home here and yeah, maybe that home wasn't perfect but it wasn't like he had a good point of reference for home life. Unfortunately, responsibility was a very key part of this home and he needed to [i]move[/i].

He quite literally spilled out of bed in his haste to get up, sheets tangled around his legs. His elbow drove into the floor hard and he kicked out to throw the sheet off himself. “[color=a0410d]Fuck me-[/color]” he hissed as he grabbed the edge of the bed to pull himself to his feet. “[color=a0410d]Drunk before it's even-[/color]”

Cursing himself, God, and everyone else, he hurriedly got himself looking [i]mostly[/i] presentable. When he finally [i]did[/i] make it into the lounge, he was more than a few minutes late. This behavior was a bit typical of him and by the whiff of alcohol about him, his excuse was quite clear. 

He offered a kind of idle wave to Dawn and Cordelia, trying to hide a yawn behind his arm.   

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