James and Eoghan || Spilling Secrets
James sat hunched over his desk, crumpled scraps of paper littering the floor around him and overflowing the waste basket. His attempts at poetry had devolved into writing letters to himself, his sister, his mother, that all had one thing in common: guilt. He'd heard from a friend back home that his mother was getting sick. The friend had mentioned cancer, due to her frailness and thinning hair, but James knew better. While his mother was definitely sick, he was fairly sure it wasn't caused by a cancer anywhere inside her. After he left, his father probably got worse and this train of thought wasn't getting him anywhere. Resting his head on the desk, James ran his fingers through his hair and took deep, shaky breaths.
A key turned in the lock, startling James. He turned to face his roommate who looked like the day had run him down too. They had matching dark circles from restless nights that neither would acknowledge to the other, but James didn't have the energy for a smile tonight. "Beer?" he asked limply, making his way towards the fridge and cracking one open for himself. He already knew the answer, but it felt better asking, like it wasn't that much of a routine. He set it on the coffee table and sat back down at the desk, violently scratching out the words he'd just penned.
