THE AFTERMATH —— desolate, nothing the same, yet also strangely so. It’d only been a few weeks, && yet his mind was already playing cruel tricks. Memories hazy, sometimes he s w o r e they had a NORMAL summer, he could even envision them going to the quarry several times, the movies they would have seen. && yet every night he’s kept awake by the truth, the darkness revealing what the light of day cannot ; that he is g o n e , that FEAR can linger even in just a vessel of your heart.
Bill was GRATEFUL for this time, the only other loser by his side Mike for the moment. Bill —— irrational at times, anger && grief caging a child’s heart, Mike a L I G H T ; he didn’t even have to utter a word for Bill to feel at ease. SO UTTERLY IMPORTANT. Lips purse, digits tapping along thin arms as locutions formed in his head ( oh, how he said them with such finesse in the mind !! ).
“M-Muh-Mi —— Mike.” He mumbles, cobalt irises radiating sincerity as he turned to directly face the other. This had been itching at the back of his mind now since ... the incident. “I — I n-never thought of you as an o-out-outsider. You can do a-any — anything.” Slow nod, teeth digging ‘gasint the flesh of his cheeks.
“N-No matter wh-what,” considering all they went through, he knew this to be truth, “you’ll always b-be a LOSER.” The finest of compliments. @ornithophcbia // LIKED.