Running with the shadows of the night
Jean-Paul's words had struck a chord with Warren. They weren't kids anymore. In ways they had never been. But their childhood, those days of violence and war, had to be left behind at some point. When did they become complete and whole unto themselves without a body count to validate them? Jean-Paul had a kid, sort of. Warren had been sick for months and was, only now, beginning to feel better. It was the fire. Slowly, overtime with the constant use, it was eating away and with the fighting he had been doing, he had quickly been entering empty shell status.
The vacation had helped with some things and yet left a million new questions.
At least one he wanted to answer now as he knocked on Jean-Paul's door, already frustrated by the security measures at the main door.
The vacation had helped with some things and yet left a million new questions.
At least one he wanted to answer now as he knocked on Jean-Paul's door, already frustrated by the security measures at the main door.