@er1cas : what happens now?
that's my line, says a wry voice inside him, because it's strange to hear the question coming from someone else for a change. he had a tendency to scream it at his own reflection, smudged and frayed and coming apart at the seams. isaac, alone. isaac, trying to fathom a future with two gaping holes at its center. isaac - the only one left. most days, he felt immaterial, like a mere gust of wind could wipe the world clean of him. no marks, no traces. it would be like he never existed.
but some days - and he wasn't too proud to admit there had been a few more of them since erica had resurfaced - he felt whole.
" dunno ... you gonna be here when i wake up? " it's an innocuous enough question, but his chest aches nonetheless, as if someone's holding his heart underwater. don't leave, pleads his tiredest, most pathetic self, the words looping again and again like an endless prayer. don't leave, don't leave, don't leave. " and fuck you for making me sound like a clingy one night stand. "
