❝ EXCUSE ME, I HAVE TO GO KILL SOMEONE. ❞
❝ I REALLY HOPE SHE'S TALKING FIGURATIVELY. ❞
( BOOK TWO of FIGHT OR FLIGHT )
Scout Wiley was once in love with the abyss. It was her mistake for getting too comfortable. She knew she shouldn't have lie...
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11th of October Capital Plaza Apartments Quantico, Virginia
SPENCER SNAPPED HIS eyes open as the sound of his alarm clock woke him. It was jarring at first, knowing that he had an empty schedule for the day. It wasn't common and he hated it.
Perhaps it was because he didn't know what to do with himself most of the time. He reveled in keeping his mind busy, but today his thoughts were foggy and disjointed. It was like he was waking up from a numbing hangover. The only difference was that instead of having a pounding headache, he instead felt his heartbeat in his throat.
Spencer's hazel eyes shifted around the room until they landed on the old record player he had purchased years ago. And while his music collection wasn't as large compared to his books, he was proud that the albums were all considered good music.
His small smile faltered at the thought; they were all albums that Scout would have considered to be good music.
The Rolling Stones, Credence Clearwater Revival, Queen, The Who, etc. Even all The Beatles albums, he had every single on he could get his hands on.
A sharp sting came from behind his eyes as he got up from bed, not caring about the mess of sheets. His hands sorted through each record until they landed on the familiar covering of The Beatles' White Album. Carefully, he slide the disc out of its protective sleeve and placed it onto the turnstile, watching as it slowly moved in rotation.
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad -"
Spencer'sthroat started to form a lump that he couldn't swallow no matter how hard he tried. He wanted to listen more of the song, no matter how much it pained him.
It's just a song. It's just a song.
"Take a sad song and make it better -"
"It's not just a song anymore, you idiot." He muttered to himself, pressing his lips into a fine line. "How could you be so stupid? How could you be so fucking blind?"
"Remember to let her into your heart -"
He exhaled a trembling breath, slowly starting to feel himself unravel as the acoustic guitar strummed a bittersweet tune. It was the kind of sound he once fell in love with, in love to, - in love.
The trickle of wet strands across his cheeks formed into small curves, falling down with the ever pressing gravity of the room. He immediately wiped them away, hastily shutting his eyes as they continued on against his will.
