his body didnât feel like his own anymore, limbs heavy and only getting heavier with each step he took. he knew exactly where he was going, and perhaps on any other occasion he would have stopped himself right then and there, turned around, gone somewhere else, anywhere else, but that was the thing â he couldnât think of anywhere else. maybe the haziness of his mind was to blame, or the fact that the world seemed to start spinning around him. he knew it was only a matter of time until he eventually collapsed, and any bit of strength he had left was being used towards a single goal: reaching rickyâs doorstep. landon had no idea what time it was or how long heâd been walking, or if ricky was even home ( lord, for once he hoped so ), but he couldnât exactly stop to rationalize at the moment. after what felt like hours, he was finally standing in front of the familiar door. the breeze hit him like a thousand cold bricks but that probably wasnât even why he was shivering. his first few knocks to the door were weak, until he applied more force by almost leaning against it, and when the door opened to reveal ricky, landon was uncharacteristically relieved. â i â â the blond stops, wincing a bit as he starts losing his balance and swaying slightly. â â didnât know... where else to go... â and that was all he managed to mumble before everything went black. // @rosychvrms - RICKY MORETTI

















