Friday, January 23, 2015

Letters from the Dead pt. 10

Sebastian spent the rest of the day not talking to me.

After he had finished with the story he asked if he could go to the bathroom.
I didn’t follow him. 

When he came back he reeked of weed.
I guess telling his story required a little self-medicating.
I didn’t say anything.

He was too freaked out to have sent the letters to me. 
Someone else was screwing with us.

I hadn’t gotten another letter, though, so maybe they had gotten bored.
At least, I hope they did.
I needed to get on with living my life, and Sebastian…

With his blurry, bloodshot eyes, needed to get on with destroying his.

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