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Jun. 10th, 2025 05:56 pmJESUS HOT SAUCE CHRISTMAS CAKE
The end.
The end.
you lost your self esteem along the way -
May. 27th, 2025 08:43 pm[ It's about twelve hours after they made it until dawn. They, as in he and Chris, and nobody else - probably not even Josh. There was no real way to know. Right now they're both under observation at the hospital, randomly being grilled by doctors or cops, and Mike isn't dealing well at all.
He hasn't slept yet. When he closes his eyes, he sees Emily at the other site of the sight of the gun. He's been accused of making the choice to kill her out of spite multiple times and at this point, even he isn't clear about it. He just knows it felt like the thing to do. Just as what he's doing right now feels like the thing, too.
Because he could talk to Chris about all of it, they could bond and assert feeling better. But sneaking into his room and watching him sleep feels like an awful lot better of an idea.
At least the guy can actually sleep. Mike's sitting in the chair next to his bed, and without even thinking about it, he reaches out and touches his face. Where did he get all those bruises? The night's a damn blur.
He'll just be in denial that he wants to touch more than his face. That's not right, thanks. ]
He hasn't slept yet. When he closes his eyes, he sees Emily at the other site of the sight of the gun. He's been accused of making the choice to kill her out of spite multiple times and at this point, even he isn't clear about it. He just knows it felt like the thing to do. Just as what he's doing right now feels like the thing, too.
Because he could talk to Chris about all of it, they could bond and assert feeling better. But sneaking into his room and watching him sleep feels like an awful lot better of an idea.
At least the guy can actually sleep. Mike's sitting in the chair next to his bed, and without even thinking about it, he reaches out and touches his face. Where did he get all those bruises? The night's a damn blur.
He'll just be in denial that he wants to touch more than his face. That's not right, thanks. ]
