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    He’s sorry.

Marion already knew that he was, or at least a part of him. She has an understanding now, the twisted and broken way Norman’s mind works, and he still has such a long way to go. She can see that. But what can she do? She’s just a ghost now, or perhaps a deluded apparition. She has no real pull in this world, if she ever did, save for that one wild moment of insanity so long ago.

        —❝I know.❞

Everything is white here. The walls, the beds, the uniforms, the rumpled shirt hanging off of his slender torso. White, and clean, and orderly. It hides it’s inner madness well.

      —❝But words only get so far.❞

Her hands reach out, as if to brush lightly over his shoulder, his brow, but never do they make contact. It’s up to his own action now, whatever he does next. Though it always has been, hasn’t it?

23 May 2014
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