❛ don’t know why i expected more from you. ❜
one day, it wouldn’t have to end in blood and guts and violence. and looking at her sidelong he’d just have to keep on hoping -- there would always be that surge of guilt. not just that incident, but good god above, there‘s always going to be more unfortunately, there would always be more blood in the sand, and vultures circling over whatever they could try and salvage.
he’s certain they’ve never tried.
“ i warned you outright -- i’d do nothin’ but disappoint you ”
he takes a long, breath in, and lets it out with all the grace and care of being dragged along an asphalt road at eighty miles an hour. ragged. skinless. and still he puts a cigarette between his teeth and starts click click clicking a lighter awake, if only to pour more salt in the wound.
“ i’m gettin’ too old for this shit ”