'I feel like I'm hanging on by a thread here.'
EYES LOOK DOWN before back up at the stranger in front of him. a quiet sigh and a nod. he understands that feeling all too well. he knows what the edge of the cliff looks like, he practically lives on it.
“ that’s how it goes. do you think it ever gets better ? ”
the first answer would probably be sad, " no ", but where’s the hope in that. maybe there was something he could do.
“ what do you need from me, hm ? ”













