10-26-2018, 03:12 PM
[size=9pt]The way he'd felt lately wasn't anything he could be poetic about. Sure, he could describe the drag of his paws or the weight on his shoulders that wasnt even fucking there - he'd checked, okay - but there was no way he could go into the nitty-gritty of how he felt like he was drowning in the relentless waves of life, or some bullshit like that. All he knew is he felt-- not good. Not great. Could be better.
Why had Gabe even called him out here, anyway? Did he really think they were gonna' find some leads for whatever the fuck was going on? It'd been two days; even the goddamn blood was washed away from the grass. What did he think he was gonna' find? What did he think he was gonna' get out from this, other than the sickly feeling that came with standing over the spot where someone - someone they knew, someone they cared about, someone who shouldn't of fucking died - shuddered their way out of this world and into whatever hell came afterwards?
He'd let him have this, though. Maybe he needed this - to know he'd done something, that he'd tried to get justice for the kid who'd bled out on this exact spot - and God knows Moon didn't have the right to deny him that. So he came, and he sat, under the grey of the sky that shifted restlessly, threw monochrome light on the grass before him that'd been doused in crimson, not so long ago- and waited.
Why had Gabe even called him out here, anyway? Did he really think they were gonna' find some leads for whatever the fuck was going on? It'd been two days; even the goddamn blood was washed away from the grass. What did he think he was gonna' find? What did he think he was gonna' get out from this, other than the sickly feeling that came with standing over the spot where someone - someone they knew, someone they cared about, someone who shouldn't of fucking died - shuddered their way out of this world and into whatever hell came afterwards?
He'd let him have this, though. Maybe he needed this - to know he'd done something, that he'd tried to get justice for the kid who'd bled out on this exact spot - and God knows Moon didn't have the right to deny him that. So he came, and he sat, under the grey of the sky that shifted restlessly, threw monochrome light on the grass before him that'd been doused in crimson, not so long ago- and waited.
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]