Nothing had ever been the same since Tomas had caught the glimpse of the deadlights – something he didn’t even realize he knew the name of until he was hit with them. The last thing on his mind though was trying to figure out why he knew that information. He sat in the same spot he always sat in at the coffee shop – side to the window – but idly thumbed the now lukewarm coffee mug. Every time he closed his eyes flashes of his dreams hit him repeatedly.
Himself dead, a pool of blood surrounding him.
Other people he hadn’t even met yet but felt so familiar – dead.
He didn’t snap out of whatever funk he was in till he smashed the mug in his hand.
“Fuck – fuck, shit,” He looked down as the coffee pooled all over the table and blood on his hands, blood and coffee dripping onto him. Tomas clenched and unclenched his jaw, he couldn’t cry that was a cowards move. No one around him seemed to care either, and at that moment Tomas felt nothing more than alone.
AFTER DOING THAT SEARCH party bullshit, which was a total bust by the way and not nearly as thrilling as she thought, coffee was pretty much a need to get through the day before her shift tonight. everyone was bugging out, and frankly, it was really harshing her mood considering nothing exciting had even really happened. still, she was trying to find the fun in the storm, the way that people were seemingly spaced out and vulnerable seemed promising enough anyways. pushing through the double doors of the coffee shop, she placed her typical vanilla latte order with soy at the counter, handing over her credit card before glancing around to scan the place.
THAT’S WHEN SHE SAW THOMAS, he looking like a damn ticking time bomb as he spaced out, making her roll her eyes before getting her card back and grabbing her drink. although, her attention was once again drawn back over to the boy at the loud crack of a clay mug, brows shooting up as she made her way over, “well hot damn, didn’t know you had brute strength...” and then her gaze say the crimson tint of blood as it moved along the stream of coffee, “hellooo, earth to thomas, you’re totally riding a crimson wave there. wake the fuck up.” she said, snapping a few times before sighing, grabbing a rag off a nearby bussing tub and then grabbing the wrist of the injured hand and wrapping it, “jesus man, you look like hell.”