[Dated to November 1st]
He had no home.
When he got back to it, he could only stand there so long and watch the pieces of wood crumble into ash and what was once hard work was turned into remnants before his eyes. And he couldn't even bear to look at it. From what he'd heard, too, Veronica was alive and she was okay (no thanks to him).
He wasn't having visions and nothing was being moved with solely the power of his mind, so Sam guessed he should have been grateful or something, but all he could do was stand on the path and stare at the destruction in front of him, the things that were his fault. His fingers ached with callouses from wielding weapons a lot tighter than he had in years and he couldn't sleep.
"Sammy. You're my favorite."
His voice just wouldn't go away.
He had to talk to Veronica, he had to go through with it. But right now, he had to stare.
When he got back to it, he could only stand there so long and watch the pieces of wood crumble into ash and what was once hard work was turned into remnants before his eyes. And he couldn't even bear to look at it. From what he'd heard, too, Veronica was alive and she was okay (no thanks to him).
He wasn't having visions and nothing was being moved with solely the power of his mind, so Sam guessed he should have been grateful or something, but all he could do was stand on the path and stare at the destruction in front of him, the things that were his fault. His fingers ached with callouses from wielding weapons a lot tighter than he had in years and he couldn't sleep.
"Sammy. You're my favorite."
His voice just wouldn't go away.
He had to talk to Veronica, he had to go through with it. But right now, he had to stare.