‘ why so sad , bunny ? ’ — franky ( polaroidxcamera )
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* & . — BILLIE EILISH LYRICS .
The familiar nickname made Micky turn around to face the other man, blue eyes growing dim. “Ha, is it that e-easy to tell?” He let out a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck, his other hand holding onto a liquor bottle rather tight. It’d be best to just tell the truth to Franky. After all, the two knew each other since high school!
…but god, was he terrified to tell the truth of why he was so upset tonight. The grip on the bottle loosened as tears welled up in Micky’s eyes.
“Morty.”
The name left his lips and he turned away, fingers brushing through his hair. He didn’t think he could keep living with the guilt, even IF he thought his grandson deserved it. While it was Morty’s fault for goading him, did Micky seriously have to bash his head in with that hammer…?
He slowly sank down to his knees, setting the bottle carefully onto the floor before putting his face in his hands.












