But the loneliness never left me
I always took it with me
Alas for Sam (or perhaps, more accurately, fortunately for him), the moment is lost. "'S'okay," you repeat once more, gruffly brushing off an apology you do not deserve, the bit of a smile already receded behind dark clouds. Really he's saved you from doing or saying something stupid and embarrassing. The last thing either of you needs is another emotional breakdown.
What a bizarre fucking night.
You feel restless, strangely displeased, hurt in a way you can't seem to name. Again you push a stick in the coals, stirring them unnecessarily, watching the embers shift. "Not a lot t'talk about. He died." Your voice is like a cloudy sky, stubbornly holding back any actual sentiment or information.
What a bizarre fucking night.
You feel restless, strangely displeased, hurt in a way you can't seem to name. Again you push a stick in the coals, stirring them unnecessarily, watching the embers shift. "Not a lot t'talk about. He died." Your voice is like a cloudy sky, stubbornly holding back any actual sentiment or information.
but I can put it down
in the pleasure of your company
ZEPHYR
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