Feb 27, 2018
flynn’s eyes are glued to the journal, flipping through the pages, expecting answers and finding no guidance. he was alone, and it was painful. at least the journal felt like lucy was there that someone was there. he throws it in anger, watching it skid to land at the feet of a man, though the other cannot be bothered to fetch it. after all, what use was it here? in some overgrown sandbox video game?
sc. / @empathicly