fingertips hover over keys ; john has spent the best part of the sunset crafting & translating the nights events into dense block of text . the following hours spent ᵗᵉᵈᶤᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᵉᵈᶤᵗᶤᶰᵍ & re - wording phrases that deserve it — swinging back & forth on his torn decision to 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅 the mystery to reader . the back space button upon keyboard is about to take another beating when abigail makes herself known .
@h0bb5 . 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒔 . : ᵏᶰᵒᶜᵏ ⁻ ᵏᶰᵒᶜᵏ ˑˑˑ ᶜᵃᶰ ᶤ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᶤᶰ ˀ
❝ um ... ❞ for a moment john is reluctant to pull from the world of memories , but it only takes 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 at the screen — to the last sentence written that 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 & the ᵇˡᶤᶰᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᶜᵘʳˢᵒʳ that swiftly transformed from a steady pace keeper to something demanding & i̶m̶p̶a̶t̶i̶e̶n̶t̶ . john's one hand drags down face while the other surrenders paragraphs of ramblings to digital darkness with one quick push to laptop's hood & for the 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 that night , the true darkness of the room dawns upon him .
( maybe it was time for 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 . )
❝ yeah , ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ . come on in . ❞ the computer chair he raises from is supposed to be comfortable & even boasts an impressive claim of 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 with it's curved shape , but john still finds himself stiff after standing & naturally , palm reaches for the ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᵃʳᶜʰ of cane handle that had laid idly against the desk until called upon ; using it now as leverage to reach the lamp switch that laid just behind desk . they're illuminated in a ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴏʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʜᴜᴇ with the click of it as a smile pulls across john's face .
❝ that's better , don't you think ? ❞ body turns to face abigail , lips pressing together to suppress the sigh that threatens ; not at her but at the 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 he finds himself in at large ... if anything she is a 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 distraction to writing in the dark . ❝ is everything alright ? ❞
