fingertips hover over keys ; john has spent the best part of the sunset crafting & translating the nights events into dense block of text . the following hours spent แตแตแตแถคแตแตหขหกสธ แตแตแถคแตแถคแถฐแต & re - wording phrases that deserve it โ swinging back & forth on his torn decision to ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
the mystery to reader . the back space button upon keyboard is about to take another beating when abigail makes herself known .
@h0bb5 . ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ . : แตแถฐแตแถแต โป แตแถฐแตแถแต หหห แถแตแถฐ แถค แถแตแตแต แถคแถฐ ห
โ um ... โ for a moment john is reluctant to pull from the world of memories , but it only takes ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค at the screen โ to the last sentence written that ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ & the แตหกแถคแถฐแตแถคแถฐแต แถแตสณหขแตสณ that swiftly transformed from a steady pace keeper to something demanding & iฬถmฬถpฬถaฬถtฬถiฬถeฬถnฬถtฬถ . john's one hand drags down face while the other surrenders paragraphs of ramblings to digital darkness with one quick push to laptop's hood & for the ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ that night , the true darkness of the room dawns upon him .
( maybe it was time for ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ . )
โ yeah , แตแถ แถแตแตสณหขแต . come on in . โ the computer chair he raises from is supposed to be comfortable & even boasts an impressive claim of ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ง with it's curved shape , but john still finds himself stiff after standing & naturally , palm reaches for the แถแตแตแถ แตสณแตแถคแถฐแต แตสณแถสฐ of cane handle that had laid idly against the desk until called upon ; using it now as leverage to reach the lamp switch that laid just behind desk . they're illuminated in a แดกแดสแด แดสแดษดษขแด สแดแด with the click of it as a smile pulls across john's face .
โ that's better , don't you think ? โ body turns to face abigail , lips pressing together to suppress the sigh that threatens ; not at her but at the ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ he finds himself in at large ... if anything she is a ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐๐ค๐ข๐ distraction to writing in the dark . โ is everything alright ? โ
