Off The Rails

August rolled his eyes at her but took a seat next to her and sorted through the photos, a little smile on his face. “I mean... I guess so.” He replied, shrugging a bit as he studied a photo. “I’ve stolen them from parties over the years. That one you’re holding actually has a lot of sentimental value, it’s the first one I stole from Lydia’s parents house. It was a good party.” He smiled fondly at it, then looked up at Addie.

August: Oh yeah! Happy birthday! Are you excited for winter break to come up?

August: Yeah I'm good! Just busy with work and getting back in the swing (: Are you doing good?

August: I hope you're well too (:

Everything We Had by The Academy Is...

“Oh my god, yesss, that was so good. Or that pumpkin beer we tried during the street fair? That shit was bomb.” He went with the thought, thinking back to the event fondly, looking over at her when she went on with the gas station. “Yeah, that’s probably true, but Lydia is hard to forget because she threw up and then asked why no one wanted to make out with her, then proceeded to try and convince them to sell her more alcohol. It was... It was just a mess. I can’t go back there.”

August swirled his drink around, going quiet with her. “Well, take it from someone that has to deliver the news, you see ever stage of loss flash on their face but it always ends with ‘At least they aren’t suffering’, or in pain or... Whatever.” He shrugged, finishing off his drink. “It happens. It’s just the name of the game.”

“It’s not normal, seeing someone lifeless. Like we see it in the movies and on TV, but we don’t see the after math.” He cried the first time someone died on him. In fact he stood in the room and stared until his mentor told him to call the time and go inform the family. “Loss is hard, but they know you did what you could, and I’m sure there’s a relief that comes with knowing their loved one isn’t suffering.”

“Not to burst your pity party but people die. That’s what they do.” He replied, nursing his own drink while she poured herself down. August remembered the first time someone died on his watch, he wouldn’t have survived if he didn’t have Lydia, so he got it, but he also wanted her to know that’s what happens in hospitals.

normal tone and pitch. it’s not low by any means, but it’s not high pitched. I feel like I have a pretty neutral and monotone voice. 

“Germany had me feeling like maybe I should look for better alcohol.” He smiled, laughing a little bit as he took a drink from his own glass. “Honestly, I’m terrified to go back to the gas station because I took Lydia there when she was plastered and she puked on the floor.”