𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐗.

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I sat on the edge of my bathtub, letting the warm water rush into the tub as I felt the pit of guilt form in my stomach. What I did today was wrong on so many levels, following him into the cemetery and snooping into his private business like that was at an all time low for me. I felt awful,  horribly awful.

It was around midnight and I couldn't sleep, even knowing I had to get up on the bus in about five hours. I packed everything I needed, ready to just get up and go when my alarm went off. I was exhausted but my guilt was forcing me to stay awake, eating me up alive.

My conscience was never always this of a killer thing, I could do many things and not care much about it but tonight it was eating me up alive. All this rivalry against Hobie has made me back into the person I never wanted to be again, it's been harder than ever to turn back into that person I was when I joined this occupation.

I wasn't planning on getting the tub at the moment, just letting my feet get soaked in the warm water to try and do something to relax me. I was just in a sports bra and some hello kitty sweat pants rolled up to my shins. I kept my eyes strained on the white walls around me. My gut was telling me to go and see him, just to see if maybe he would let down his walls and be vulnerable with me even if it was for a second. But I debated, I debated for a while if I should. Then I just said fuck it and turned the water off, turning to dry my feet off and slip on my rick and morty slippers I happened to snag on the way back to the hotel today.

Maybe if I went to see him and he was an asshole to me, I wouldn't feel as bad anymore and it would cause me to hate him once again. Therefore it would erase whatever guilt I would have going behind his back so much more.

I grabbed my phone off the ledge of the dresser, walking over to the door and slipping out.

The second I got to his oak door, I knocked softly three times. I couldn't help but feel a little timid, I never knew what Hobie I would be encountering whenever we had these midnight exchanges. Drunk Hobie, Mean Hobie, Worried Hobie, Nice Hobie, you never knew. It's like russian roulette with him. I heard no movement after I waited patiently from the second knock, so this was probably not going to happen tonight. He may not even be here, it wouldn't surprise me if was out on the streets with Opium in some random club to drown away his sorrows and pain he had today.

I went to step back, but the second I did I noticed a small noise near my feet. When I looked down I realized the carpeted floor was wet with something sweet, I only knew because my nose scrunched up at the horrible scent. It was like expired wine, if that was even possible. It wasn't a lot, but it did start to seep out into the hallway carpet just around my slippers. I was utterly confused, lowering my eyes in deep thought. I instantly became confused, I lowered my eyes to try and figure out what the fuck I was staring at.