[ Carver stares at him, stone faced to hide the confusion. The words drift in and out. He’s seen this man before, from a distance. They didn’t speak. He doesn’t remember much else about.
It’s been hard to focus lately. Carver doesn’t usually miss his ghosts but they haven’t been in his corners lately and the silence aches in his chest like glass. Threatening to grind down into his marrow. And who knows what would happen then?
He tilts his head. Doesn’t come any closer. And doesn’t leave, either. ]
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It’s been hard to focus lately. Carver doesn’t usually miss his ghosts but they haven’t been in his corners lately and the silence aches in his chest like glass. Threatening to grind down into his marrow. And who knows what would happen then?
He tilts his head. Doesn’t come any closer. And doesn’t leave, either. ]
Why?