Samuel
Was he doing well? Was he doing poorly? Sam wished he knew. Every day seemed to provide a brand new 'new normal', another mood and another outlook at the future that loomed over them all, and he had no idea if he was coping with it or not. On the one hand, he found that he was surprisingly not all that panicked. On the other, he was desperately stopping himself from even considering what was to come for fear of losing his mind for good.
Walks. Walks helped, they were easy and solitary and quiet.
Torchline at night was a special kind of quiet, the sound of the sea gently rushing and disappearing on the sand enough to calm any nerves he did have; Sam stood and looked out to sea. It seemed, when he looked at the moon and the stars and their reflection, white and shaking in the water, the world was fine. He felt a frustration he often did, that they couldn't just fix it all and enjoy the moon.
He sighed and rubbed his face in his hands. One day, he'd know how it all ended, but that wasn't today. Sam turned to go home, walking slowly along the beach, the footprints in various directions around him betraying how long he'd been pacing around on the sand.
Walks. Walks helped, they were easy and solitary and quiet.
Torchline at night was a special kind of quiet, the sound of the sea gently rushing and disappearing on the sand enough to calm any nerves he did have; Sam stood and looked out to sea. It seemed, when he looked at the moon and the stars and their reflection, white and shaking in the water, the world was fine. He felt a frustration he often did, that they couldn't just fix it all and enjoy the moon.
He sighed and rubbed his face in his hands. One day, he'd know how it all ended, but that wasn't today. Sam turned to go home, walking slowly along the beach, the footprints in various directions around him betraying how long he'd been pacing around on the sand.
Part of being alive is wishing that you weren't sometimes
as your brain forces you to breathe
Base Code by Sky!
