Words and Wanderings - Frank & Edgar
May 29th, 1979 03:00
Frank couldn’t sleep again. Sleep had been eluding him since everything which had occurred in the ministry. On that day his world crumbled, the thought of having peace filled him with guilt. Alice had helped somewhat with eroding the feelings of worthlessness and on the nights where she kept him in bed he often drifted off for a few hours, but even then he was haunted by nightmares. Tonight, Alice had fallen asleep early and Frank’s thoughts had been particularly turbulent. His tossing and turning had roused her from sleep several times until Frank had given up for the night. His blue eyes didn’t shine as they used to and the dark circled under his eyes made him look haunted. Frank just found it to be appropriate because in many ways he was. The times he spent wandering the castle at night were one of his few reprieves where he didn’t have to pretend to be okay. The truth was most days Frank felt as though he were barely holding on.
As Frank turned a corner wandering down yet another hall he was surprised to see a form in the distance. As he wandered closer he realized it was Edgar. “Hey mate,” Frank said when he was only a few feet from Edgar. “What are you doing up at this bloody hour?” He gave a slight smile trying to put on the facade of a functioning individual.
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