#* beck

“I don’t know what else there is to tell you.” He groaned out, pinching at the bridge of his nose as if it might knock loose some kind of memory that he’d yet to pull free. “I was at the school, with everyone else - the fog and all that other shit, next thing I know I’m picking myself up out of the dirt on the northern coast.” The distance between the two wasn’t questionable, the island wasn’t so big that it couldn’t be done, however, it was everything missing in between that he’d couldn’t figure out. The voices - the presence that seemed to cling to his back, remained unspoken, for now. “Doesn’t matter how many times I go back over it. There’s nothing.”