OOM: One Night Alone
Sep. 2nd, 2006 08:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
withamagicwordBilly sat on the bed for a long time.
He had messed up somehow and wasn't sure how, or where, or what he had done.
Something had been off and all he could think was that he had done something.
He shuddered at even the thought of screwing this up, tears leaking out of his eyes. He loved her, more than he had known and more than he could think. He loved Cassie and he didn't know what to do. At all.
He moved,. slowly, feeling old and tired, to the window, and lay there, for a long time, watching the stars.
But that didn't help, didn't make him feel any better.
He just felt more alone.
So, finally, shaking and feeling sick, he walked to his bed and just slipped into it, turning face and mind away from everything. he curled up and tried to think, or not think, or something...
...and sometime in the night, he finally slept...
He had messed up somehow and wasn't sure how, or where, or what he had done.
Something had been off and all he could think was that he had done something.
He shuddered at even the thought of screwing this up, tears leaking out of his eyes. He loved her, more than he had known and more than he could think. He loved Cassie and he didn't know what to do. At all.
He moved,. slowly, feeling old and tired, to the window, and lay there, for a long time, watching the stars.
But that didn't help, didn't make him feel any better.
He just felt more alone.
So, finally, shaking and feeling sick, he walked to his bed and just slipped into it, turning face and mind away from everything. he curled up and tried to think, or not think, or something...
...and sometime in the night, he finally slept...
