ā donāt know why i expected more from you. ā
one day, it wouldnāt have to end in blood and guts and violence. and looking at her sidelong heād just have to keep on hoping -- there would always be that surge of guilt. not just thatĀ incident, but good god above, thereās always going to be more unfortunately, there would always be more blood in the sand, and vultures circling over whatever they could try and salvage.
heās certain theyāve never tried.Ā
ā i warned you outright -- iād do nothinā but disappoint you ā
he takes a long, breath in, and lets it out with all the grace and care of being dragged along an asphalt road at eighty miles an hour. ragged. skinless. and still he puts a cigarette between his teeth and starts click click clicking a lighter awake, if only to pour more salt in the wound.
ā iām gettinā too old for this shit ā