aidan
"woah, dude, if you want me to dead, you almost got your wish," preston, his roommate, nearly jumps 12 feet in the air when he flips on the lights. "jesus."
"sorry," he mutters, unable to muster some energy into his voice. he's been lying here for an hour, staring at his clock changing each minute.
"you okay?" preston asks, holding a pile of clean clothes and shoving them into a drawer. he's all about neatness.
"kind of."
he lies down to face the wall and hopes that preston believes that he has fallen asleep.
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the recovery project [2]
Short Storyit does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.