. Vitalè sat out by the lake, the moonlight bouncing off the waters. His violet eyes turning to a blood red, and gold reflections of what appeared to be a clock now shown through his eyes. With many of the student population in bed, or getting there he forced himself to brave the elements to reach the small terraformed location known as "Breakstone Lake". He found himself doing this more and more...sitting out...the edge of the lake alone.
"What I wouldn't give to have my reflection but one more time. To look through the pane of reflective glass and view into mine own eye once more. To see that there is still perhaps even a sliver of a soul left in this frozen husk of a creature they all call a man..." He said whistfuly to himself, the wind blowing gently enough to keep him from sitting in silence. He sighed as he brought a knee up, placing his forehead on it. This predicament he was in was almost more than he could bear any longer. How much longer did he need to search, to search the primordial sphere of earth to find that one wretched man who had ruined his life?
"Lo this does me know good. To sit and mourn over the inescapable past. No, no I will not carry on further. I shall instead return myself into my books and my studies..." He said, ending the quote before taking to his own natural smooth and warm voice with the Italian accent. "Well...my student's studies as it is."
"What I wouldn't give to have my reflection but one more time. To look through the pane of reflective glass and view into mine own eye once more. To see that there is still perhaps even a sliver of a soul left in this frozen husk of a creature they all call a man..." He said whistfuly to himself, the wind blowing gently enough to keep him from sitting in silence. He sighed as he brought a knee up, placing his forehead on it. This predicament he was in was almost more than he could bear any longer. How much longer did he need to search, to search the primordial sphere of earth to find that one wretched man who had ruined his life?
"Lo this does me know good. To sit and mourn over the inescapable past. No, no I will not carry on further. I shall instead return myself into my books and my studies..." He said, ending the quote before taking to his own natural smooth and warm voice with the Italian accent. "Well...my student's studies as it is."