He wakes up in the cold sweat the morning that he decides it's time to leave, the fading memories of the dream that roused him from sleep still lingering in his mind as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.
Stop.
Please, for the love of god, stop.
I don't know.
I swear to god I don't know.
Please.
Stop.
Stop.
He looks down at his hands; in the
(
Read more... )