[ his plan had been to change nothing — continue on as if nothing had happened, pick up his projects from where they'd been left... only, he looks at the side of the room where some of his blood has permanently stained the leg of the table closest to where he collapsed, and the small space seems almost suffocating —
and so here he is.
here he is, and he's lifting his gaze from his drink up to vi when she speaks; his tone is painfully dry when he says, ]
no subject
and so here he is.
here he is, and he's lifting his gaze from his drink up to vi when she speaks; his tone is painfully dry when he says, ]
Death.