he sets the cerevice aside then, the flat of the display turned facedown, concrete scratching against it. a sigh, slow and heavy. rise and fall of his chest.
leans back, fingers splayed against the surface and he's looking outwards across the water.
a beat and he waits.
waits and tries his best not to consider the set of words he will stream together. he knows he will have to start from the very start. relive it piece by piece.
he digresses. what a headache.
he's looking out against the water and his throat is dry. there's irony sewn into that, isn't there. ]
just action it here?
[ because he was the sort to have one of those.
he sets the cerevice aside then, the flat of the display turned facedown, concrete scratching against it. a sigh, slow and heavy. rise and fall of his chest.
leans back, fingers splayed against the surface and he's looking outwards across the water.
a beat and he waits.
waits and tries his best not to consider the set of words he will stream together. he knows he will have to start from the very start. relive it piece by piece.
he digresses. what a headache.
he's looking out against the water and his throat is dry. there's irony sewn into that, isn't there. ]