He sips his coffee, ignores the pang of something twisting in his chest. It's getting harder to breathe the closer he gets to the punchline.
At least the coffee's sweet. Takes the edge off the sickening squelch surrounding his heart. He tells himself it helps. "Somewhere along the way, I made a friend."
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Date: 2013-06-13 01:45 pm (UTC)At least the coffee's sweet. Takes the edge off the sickening squelch surrounding his heart. He tells himself it helps. "Somewhere along the way, I made a friend."
He never makes friends.