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7. Imogen Heap - Half Life

[flightforfreedom]

[He got about half way through the song before he couldn't take it anymore, and turned it off. His chest was incredibly tight, and he was breathing hard through his nose.

He didn't understand.

He pulled out his communicator almost compulsively.

why did you give me this, he wrote, and then immediately deleted it.

i liked the first one better, immediately deleted again.

i'm sorry.

That one stayed on his screen for a while.

And then with a very sudden, sharp motion, he was throwing his communicator - sending it flying across the room to crash into the far wall, the glass of the screen cracking immediately on impact.

It let out a painful cry, that only he could hear, and the force of it's tortured dismay made Poe feel ill.

He was a fucking asshole, and he hurt everything he touched.

He pulled himself out of bed and went over to where his comm lay on the floor, burbling what was as close to technopathic sobbing as he'd ever heard.]

I'm sorry, buddy. [He whispered it as he picked it up, the glass of the screen cracked right across the front. He sighed.]

I'm sorry, bud, It wasn't you. I'm sorry. I'll - I'll get you all fixed up tomorrow.