"Imagine that they call while we're still here. A ghost mobile. We'd be hearing about that on What the Ghost."
Admittedly, he's reluctant to let go. Not just for himself, but...Algric is going through this a second time. Martin chooses to focus on that rather than the chaos of his own mind and feelings.
With limbs feeling like lead, Martin finally leaves his mother's room for the last time. Silence pulses uncomfortably between them with each footfall, until they're standing outside the home. There's a vague thought that it'll be nice to save the money, now that he won't need to pay the home.
"The usual cafe?" He surprises himself when he asks, not even sure when he'd had the thought. Maybe it was too automatic. He doesn't miss, however, how each of those few syllables sounds like shattering glass.
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Date: 2020-12-22 12:22 am (UTC)"Imagine that they call while we're still here. A ghost mobile. We'd be hearing about that on What the Ghost."
Admittedly, he's reluctant to let go. Not just for himself, but...Algric is going through this a second time. Martin chooses to focus on that rather than the chaos of his own mind and feelings.
With limbs feeling like lead, Martin finally leaves his mother's room for the last time. Silence pulses uncomfortably between them with each footfall, until they're standing outside the home. There's a vague thought that it'll be nice to save the money, now that he won't need to pay the home.
"The usual cafe?" He surprises himself when he asks, not even sure when he'd had the thought. Maybe it was too automatic. He doesn't miss, however, how each of those few syllables sounds like shattering glass.