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[voreasaurusrex]

gtober 31: echolalia/the depths careful when calling out in a cave, its not always your own echo that will reply

[thenightwindow]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Will spent his entire afternoon trying to type up a message to Tom that mattered, that said even a tiny quarter of what he wanted to tell him. But every message felt torn and useless. Pathetic. His thoughts from yesterday, his perfect script ran through his head over and over to taunt him.

You know how much I want you to stay.

He laughed hollowly, the edge of tears clear in his voice. Everything was so quiet that he swore he could hear it echo around him.

Eventually, with the exhaustion of sadness wearing away at the edges of his brain, he finally caved in, pressing send on a half-formed thought as he lay on the floor of the sitting room. “If you ever want to talk, I’ll still be here,” he’d typed before collapsing into himself.

A promise.