as I hold my soul all the music pours out
“Did I bring matches?” he retorts back with a roll of his eyes, because of course he brought matches in his prepper pack. What kind of doctor/scientist doesn't bring matches?! Scoffing loudly as if she’s just mortally insulted him by asking, Falke slowly makes his way back to the pack and opens a small front compartment, digging into it to undo another small zippered section. It’s stuck for a moment, but he does manage to pull his hand out, a small box of matches held triumphantly aloft.
“Got something to burn?” he asks before moving closer to the basin again, just in case he needs to go pack-diving again. If he has something suitable in there. Which, to be honest, he isn’t sure about.
“Got something to burn?” he asks before moving closer to the basin again, just in case he needs to go pack-diving again. If he has something suitable in there. Which, to be honest, he isn’t sure about.
THE 'FIXER'
the greatest fear I've ever kept is dying with regrets
