Yer. Very cold. I'm gunna need a new shirt by the way
Um yer ill get you won are there any in your in room.
Yer... But cant i just ware one of yours?
Of course let me grab you one from my wardrobe
Wayward Daughter wrote:( )
It will be ok, one day, he whispered at last, as he made to leave the room. He winced at once as he heard his words, hearing them falling hollow onto his own ears. He knew, really, that it might not be ok, one day. But he couldn't admit that, so he didn't say anything else, and he just left.
Wayward Daughter wrote:He'd spent most of his time through the last weeks alone, not wanting to trap others in his grief too. And he prefered being that way. Alone with his grief, with his suffocating lingering guilt. The way he deserved to be. Alone with her absence and the sheer agony which was his punishment for his crime.