sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine
He should not have left the house. He should not have left the house alone. He has people at home, Melita, and Hotaru, a support system that he doesn’t think he deserves. Not right now. Not when it feels most natural to be angry, and hollow.
Nate’s intention had been to check on his clinic, he thinks. Perhaps the guild. He wanted to try and do something other than ache. He isn’t sure what he wants. He doesn’t want to go to Haulani.
He doesn’t want to go home yet either.
It’s a small mercy that it’s the middle of the night (how else would he have managed to leave?) and he can simply stop, sitting bonelessly in the sand, along the very edge of the jungle. He sits and he stares out at the ocean and wonders if he’s too old now to walk into it.
Nate’s intention had been to check on his clinic, he thinks. Perhaps the guild. He wanted to try and do something other than ache. He isn’t sure what he wants. He doesn’t want to go to Haulani.
He doesn’t want to go home yet either.
It’s a small mercy that it’s the middle of the night (how else would he have managed to leave?) and he can simply stop, sitting bonelessly in the sand, along the very edge of the jungle. He sits and he stares out at the ocean and wonders if he’s too old now to walk into it.
i couldn't get the boy to kill me
but i wore his jacket for the longest time
NATE
