viduae
( and. maybe he’s lost all right to be here. but the call to home resonates in his chest, thrums tight at his ribcge against an urge he can’t deny. it was cowardice to run, but more cowardly to stay away, letting the ghosts run rampant, nipping away at his heels, his life. this is him choosing to live again. )
‘ ‘tasha. it’s me, sam. ’















