please remember all of the things I never got a chance to say
As soon as he signs off, he's waiting outside. Fuzzy jacket thrown over sleep pants, hands stuffed into the pockets of the former as he paces the driveway. It would take longer if he walked. He keeps telling himself that. Even if he starts now, the car would get there first, he just have to wait for Nik to get here...
What if it's already too late?
He can't think about that. It doesn't help, reading over the post in his mind, mouthing the words, picturing Jean-Paul's white hands, the empty gash from the heel of his hand down god knows how - Stop. Breathe. Can't do anything if you don't breathe. Are those headlights? Please be headlights. Come on, Sitta, baby.
What if it's already too late?
He can't think about that. It doesn't help, reading over the post in his mind, mouthing the words, picturing Jean-Paul's white hands, the empty gash from the heel of his hand down god knows how - Stop. Breathe. Can't do anything if you don't breathe. Are those headlights? Please be headlights. Come on, Sitta, baby.