{ @ofbadplace s.c }
❛ EL?? ARE YOU THERE?? PLEASE. IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, JUST SAY SOMETHING. A N Y T H I N G. ❜
it’s another of THOSE NIGHTS. the nights in which he’ll drown in all those sorrows, the nights where he’s SUFFOCATED in thought, in the mental images of the girl that MOVES THINGS WITH HER M I N D. she has moved him altogether, mentally, emotionally, & PHYSICALLY. the emptiness she has left behind HURTS HIM; and they are never on the same wavelength, never able to CONNECT. he knows he should give up on the WALKIE TALKIE, but he CAN’T.
just in case.
he’d never forgive himself if he missed her. gripping the plastic communication device until his KNUCKLES TURN WHITE, michael wheeler quickly loses whatever hope he has left, frustration taking over. slamming the walkie talkie down against the mess of blankets he keeps there A W A I T I N G HER, teeth clench together and he suppresses a GRUNT; instead, he purses plush lips together, knees drawing up toward his chest, head bowing in the crook of them. his sobs are QUIET, though the thoughts inside of his head are much LOUDER.
nothing can fill the void. not the memories, not the party, NOT MAX. he’s falling deeper into a hole he can’t get out of. not on his own. HE NEEDS H E R. there he stays, curled up in the comfort of her blanketed FORT, tears scorning reddened cheeks until his body cannot take any more.
SLEEP WAS HIS ONLY ESCAPE NOW.












