[ Gerard watched Marianne struggle and dig and cry, somewhere deep down they felt pain in return, but on the surface their face was blank. ]
" The only way to open that door is with the guard's keys. "
[ They pet at her red dress with sloppy movements, humming without tune -
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“ i thought you left .. i was told .. if i would have known — god if i would have known .. but i’ve got to get you out of here ..
you need to be free of this place . with or without me . ”
[ Gerard just stared at Marianne, head cocked to the side, like an inquisitive cat. ]
" But I'm right here, Marianne? "
[ But their voice was shaky, unconfident, scared under layers of insanity beat into them. ]
—
she would cry out , trying to feel around for anything — a key, a turn lock — anything .. she wanted to get him out , keep them safe ..
“ please .. please come back to me , songbird .. oh, my songbird ..”
" They'll always catch me, Marianne. "
[ Gerard smiled almost dreamily, reaching up to touch the other's hand. ]
" The walls tell them all, they're watching me. I have to be good for them, Dearest. "
[ She shuffled in her spot, wincing in pain. ]
[ there was a sloppily -
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the bars , quietly crying to herself , her hand still clinging to her chest .
“ we have to go .. somehow , some way — we have to go .. or — or at least get you out of here .. ”