its so cold.
everything hurts,
its so fucking cold.
"m-m-mike," i whimper to myself as i shiver in the corner of my house. well, kinda my house.
"will, i need you. my only hope of finding you is gone, and i want you home. i wanna hold you and listen to your giggle, and god damn, i wanna see your pretty hand writing tell me pretty things. i-if you hear me, hold on, im coming. hold on, buddy."
the speech ran through the echoey darkness. i know i cant hold on long, but mikes coming. he will save me. and he can hold me, and listen to me giggle, and he will have me home. this time ill talk, just for him. hes gonna save me, i know it.
