His suffering has consumed him and “he ran out of breath, nearly choking” (541) as the conversation traversed into uncomfortable matters. The connotation here of “choking” reveals how deeply Raskolnikov’s inner pain has bore into him and the effect of it weighing down his lungs. Furthermore, his refusal of this opportunity given by Porfiry to take his punishment clearly demonstrates how Raskolnikov’s every action is now affected directly by his airflow. Logically he should realize his game is up, yet his pride and brain’s suffocation are so high he cannot comprehend sensibly. He sputters out his sentences, pausing, and gasping.
“Charles how many times did they actually accepted Tony offer?” Charles looked down and muttered how it didn’t matter. I couldn’t handle it anymore so I hugged him hard. “charles im so sorry next time I will let you explain instead of stoming out, I promise.” He pulled back but stilled held me. “Erik you have nothing to apologize and if you forgive I promise you never to do this again.” “oh Charles of course I forgive you if anything im glad it happen at least now you know without a doubt that I care about you only you Charles and not your money.” “Still it shouldn’t have happened.” He had that determine look on his face again. His brow forrowed, eyes piercing.
KyungSoo was analysing Lay's features that never seemed so smooth and delicate until now. Only this time he realized the dimples, the eye smile and the habit of biting his lip when embarrased. KyungSoo slowly as if checking if he's allowed, reached his arms out and pulled Lay closer until he felt the warmness of the other's body as they were embaracing each other. It took quite a while for Lay to realize what was happening and only then he wrapped his arms around KyungSoo's too-thin waist. He didn't know what to say, because no words left his friends mouth.
“Please, Piggy, don’t go. Piggy! I need to know, Piggy…” Ralph wept and pulled at his hair. His last words before the everlasting pain was washed away into his subconscious once again. “What was your name?” Works Cited Golding, William.
However unnoticed to Kyungsoo, Baekhyun heard everything, but couldn't figure out who he was talking to. He hesitantly looked to the chair in the corner and saw nothing. Baekhyun was obsolutely horrified, what has happened to Kyungsoo? Worried about his friend, he quickly bid goodbye to Kyungsoo and rushed to a very trusted doctor. ~*~
Rex's lack of movement does no better to ease any worry. "Rex," but Gatlocke has nothing to say af... ... middle of paper ... ...arallel, letting their noses touch and bump. The taste is of blood and unwashed mouth, but it's the feel that has Gatlocke prying-- the feel of response, of being kissed back. Rex exhales his name and Gatlocke inhales the breath. He's got one hand on Rex's chest, pushing firm over the heart beating there.
“I’m here for you. I’m always here to hold you when you feel down. I’m here to comfort and kiss the back of your head when you feel like a wreck, what about me? don’t I count?” he says as the tears roll come quickly. Jeonghan feels ashamed for making Jisoo cry.
Before anybody else could say anything I started writing a bulleted list. Andrew made me compomise so much for ... ... middle of paper ... ...d around and drank uncontrollably to try and feel better. You got stuck with-" "Stop saying I got stuck with you. I'm not stuck with you. If I wanted to leave I would.
We watch in horror as one man carries out this plan. Then we see another basically freak out as he learns his fate, and then calms down as he accepts what is now happening. Fortunato’s fear scares me more because of how he ironically walked right into this all by himself. He laughed at death “the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough.” (Poe 741) he also toasts to himself in a way when he said, “I drink…to the buried that repose around us.” (Poe 741) how awful is that to be toasting to yourself.
His phone chirped, and he answered. All I heard were his rushed words, saying, "no, not tonight. Maybe another day, but not today," and he hung up the phone. He inched over to me slowly, getting on his knees to meet me, encasing me in his arms gently, placing my head on his chest. I cried on him and I felt even more pathetic than before, because I could not stop myself from doing so.