[for greg]
Jan. 13th, 2007 09:18 pmIn the day he could forget. He could run and sweat and work and think about other things. It was the nights that got to him. He tried to do it alone, he really did, but in the darkness and moonlight and silence, he laid awake and stared at the ceiling and kept thinking about the future.
He thought about it until it made him itch.
He descended the stairs slowly, quietly, making his way to Greg's room. Maybe he'd actually get some sleep if he wasn't alone.
He thought about it until it made him itch.
He descended the stairs slowly, quietly, making his way to Greg's room. Maybe he'd actually get some sleep if he wasn't alone.
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Date: 2007-01-15 12:39 am (UTC)By the time he came he was hardly coherent at all.
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Date: 2007-01-15 03:03 am (UTC)Until he drifted off listening to Greg's heartbeat with arms and bodies tangled.