fuckit friday.
it's raining cats and dogs where I live so what better thing to do than finally share another snippet of my reflection is an empty canvas. we're officially 3k words in! and it's still not being edited sooo that's fun.
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“W-when? How?”
“In the air, he… he was also tired and we thought it was the sedative too but, he threw up blood and then, his heart stopped and Miller she, she did all she could with the compressions but it was too late.” Tommy’s hands curled up in fists, it was his turn to not look at Evan in the eyes. “I think it was internal bleeding, which we should have seen coming too but, the spine was all we were focusing on besides—” His eyes went back to Evan’s. “—besides the phone call.”
“The phone call.” Evan’s chin wobbled, his voice a mere whisper, “I-I shouldn’t have—”
“Don’t. Evan, what you did was…”
So sweet, Tommy thought. He was surprised to say the least, and he knew he shouldn’t have let Evan make the call but, getting to hear Nate and Andy making up made it all worth it. In a way, he should’ve guessed he was going to do something like that.
It was Evan after all.
















