#wr1ting.

[tallycam]

                       . . .                        >   [don’t be gone, please don’t be gone.]

                                                             >   @sanscouer​​,    𝙼𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙴𝙻.

              "    hey,   hey,   "   she   reaches   to   cradle   his   face   in   her   hands;   she   brushes   away   any   loose   strands   of   hair   out   of   his   eyes.   "   i'm   right   here.   i'm   here.   "   normally   she'd   feel   the   opposite,   but   she   can   feel   her   heart   racing   and   how   it   thumps   against   her   chest.   it's   an   unsettling   reminder   she   doesn't   enjoy   facing.   "   i'm   here.   "

[tallycam]

                        . . .                        >   [together again.]

                                                              >   @sanscouer​,    𝙼𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙴𝙻.

               "   i   didn't   think   you'd   miss   me   that   much,    "    she   absently   spins   around   in   the   office's   chair,   old   tablet   in   hand.   tally   isn't   entirely   sure   what   she'd   call   michael        (is   he   a   friend   or   just   a   workplace   acquaintance?)        but   whatever   he   is,   it   beats   having   to   do   the   night-shift   alone.   "   it's   only   been   like,   a   day,   mike.    "