"JAKE." "JAKE FUCKING COULLAHAN FUCKING ANSWER ME. PLEASE." "JAKE?!" - @fragmented-suffering
Silence filled the room. Usually there was something making noise. Jake’s faint music, the clicking of a keyboard, pen on paper, even the coder walking around. Although there was nothing.
At least for a moment. There was rustling. Jake was staring at the screen while lying in bed, his gaze seemed empty and his eyes looked dead. He said nothing.












