JUDE
the light of dawn is coming
Jude shows up alone, looking shellshocked and pale. Everything has come crashing down in the span of a week and he doesn’t know what to do. He’d returned home to keys to a new apartment and a note, and both still sit crumpled in his coat pocket.
He doesn’t remember getting to the meeting. He doesn’t know why he even came. Maybe it will help fill the void of loss and panic that seems to be engulfing every inch of his mind to focus on something as simple as the flavor of alcohol. Something he’s only ever had sips of at best before Koa. The memory of the treehouse is like a knife to his chest, and he moves towards the stones in a graceless stumble, intent on chasing it away.
He picks the first color he sees - white - and drops it in the vase before hurrying to the outskirts of the gathered group before he loses control of the bile rising in his throat.
He doesn’t remember getting to the meeting. He doesn’t know why he even came. Maybe it will help fill the void of loss and panic that seems to be engulfing every inch of his mind to focus on something as simple as the flavor of alcohol. Something he’s only ever had sips of at best before Koa. The memory of the treehouse is like a knife to his chest, and he moves towards the stones in a graceless stumble, intent on chasing it away.
He picks the first color he sees - white - and drops it in the vase before hurrying to the outskirts of the gathered group before he loses control of the bile rising in his throat.
ready to return everything the darkness stole
