#dadlic

It was around 3:13 when Habit hears Ouroboros’ truck roll into his driveway. There’s the quiet, muffled sound of classical music turning off with the engine. Doors close, along with some muffled talking of some familiar voices.

An older man with long dark waves walks up to the attic, along side Vinny. His eyes are accented with dark circles, his face worn with time. His hair covers some of his face as he kneels down beside Jeff's body. He doesn't know whether this will work. But he can try. If not for Vinny, then for Evan.

He lowers himself onto both knees, then sits on his ankles as he gently moves Jeffery's body into his arms. He doesn't wince at the smell, doesn't even seem fazed at the stench of death now permeating around him.

He has to try.

So he will.

His right hand goes up to Jeff's head, his thumb where Jeff's temple should be. He ignores the fracture lines, the bone thats peaking out and the pain Jeff must have gone through. He closes his eyes and forces the clock he can feel eminating around him in every pound of his heartbeat and every tick of his pulse to rewind.

"..Come back.." He whispers under his breath, a command of time itself.

- @morningstarscratch

@syclic