Fallen || CCx2
The last twenty-four hours had been no more than a blur in Kendall's eyes, each and every one of them haunted by the image of Sydney's face, the flatness of her voice and emptiness of her eyes. Ocassionally MJ's face would flash before her mind's eye too, the phantom pain of her touch a stinging reminder of the events leading up to that point.
She was eternally grateful for Jason and his patience, not prying beyond brotherly concern and simply staying by her side after pcking her up the prior night. He had stayed the same through it all, not leaving her side but staying out of the way as she divided her time between staring off into space, drinking her way through the myriad of bottles fulling the bar, and then breaking down in anguished cries. Rinse and repeat, over and over again. He ignored his phone, called in to work, all so he could look after her, and Ken knew he deserved an explanation, and quite frankly, she knew she wouldn't make it without his support.
And so, as they say side by side on the couch in the darkened room, beer bottles in their hands, Kendall broke the silence. "I really fucked up this time, Jax, and there's nothing I can do to fix it."
