(no subject)
Another one gone.
The feeling of dread Jim had felt when he'd gone to talk to Tim earlier that day and found nothing that indicated he'd been around - or ever been around - had quickly nose dived into a sort of numb acceptance. He'd looked everywhere, talked to anyone who'd know, and, nothing. It was like he just vanished out of thin air.
He had vanished out of thin air.
In a way, Jim knew it was for the best. Tim had been a shell since Bridget and Dixon had left, and he was probably in a better place now if he was sent home. That didn't stop him from selfishly wishing he'd still been there, nor did it keep the quiet panic that hit him every time he thought about disappearing people. Who was next? How many people that he knew would vanish away from him?
His throat tightened as he shut his eyes and drew in a shaky breath. He'd taken to sitting outside, the door open wide to get fresh air into the hut. Sam had just been put down for a nap, and he didn't want to chance waking her up. She seemed to already sense something was amiss with him, and he didn't want her to have to deal with that all over again. A little away from her and definitely out of her view, he let himself feel the ache he'd been trying to ignore all day. His best friend was gone, and this time, he knew he'd really be forgotten if he ever came back. It was almost too much to deal with at once.
He heard the telltale sounds of someone approaching. He did little but lower his head to try to get his composure back. He doubted it'd be very easy.
The feeling of dread Jim had felt when he'd gone to talk to Tim earlier that day and found nothing that indicated he'd been around - or ever been around - had quickly nose dived into a sort of numb acceptance. He'd looked everywhere, talked to anyone who'd know, and, nothing. It was like he just vanished out of thin air.
He had vanished out of thin air.
In a way, Jim knew it was for the best. Tim had been a shell since Bridget and Dixon had left, and he was probably in a better place now if he was sent home. That didn't stop him from selfishly wishing he'd still been there, nor did it keep the quiet panic that hit him every time he thought about disappearing people. Who was next? How many people that he knew would vanish away from him?
His throat tightened as he shut his eyes and drew in a shaky breath. He'd taken to sitting outside, the door open wide to get fresh air into the hut. Sam had just been put down for a nap, and he didn't want to chance waking her up. She seemed to already sense something was amiss with him, and he didn't want her to have to deal with that all over again. A little away from her and definitely out of her view, he let himself feel the ache he'd been trying to ignore all day. His best friend was gone, and this time, he knew he'd really be forgotten if he ever came back. It was almost too much to deal with at once.
He heard the telltale sounds of someone approaching. He did little but lower his head to try to get his composure back. He doubted it'd be very easy.