Her and john sharing a shitty motel bed and go 🌑 || @infernalbastards
It’s freezing.
Enough so that she’s dreadfully awake, despite having been through several days of what was starting to feel like the most hellish road trip ever. She should have been exhausted by now. She WAS exhausted. Exhausted enough that she’d held on to hope that she’d just crash.
Instead she was awake, and far too aware, counting the fibers on the carpeted floor as she tried to ignore the fact that John was settling in next to her. Because the last thing she wanted to do was make it seem like she was too aware of him, at all.
And she was. Acutely. Breath held because inching any closer would feel like some sort of weird invasion of space.
“I’m surprised there’s not more ghosts.” She pauses, trying to settle herself somehow. To make this whole situation seem somehow normal. “I always figured motels would be full of ghosts...”