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Jun. 19th, 2006 07:37 amIn his room, Billy sits, finishing packing all of his stuff. He is headed out soon, within a day or so, and wants to be ready, wants to be sure.
Everything is packed and ready to go. There isnt really much. Clothes, a laptop, a few books. That is it, that is all that shows he was here at all.
He sighs and sits down, and nods.
Soon he needs to head downstairs and set the final steps in motion. Then he can leave.
And the desire to do so burns in him, and he is so very ready to leave this place.
He smiles for a moment and thinks of Rachel. He will need to talk to her too, and make sure she is okay. That is part of his responsibility, part of who he is and part of the him he is holding on to as tight as possible, so as to not fall into the abyss that seems to get stronger and larger every day...
Everything is packed and ready to go. There isnt really much. Clothes, a laptop, a few books. That is it, that is all that shows he was here at all.
He sighs and sits down, and nods.
Soon he needs to head downstairs and set the final steps in motion. Then he can leave.
And the desire to do so burns in him, and he is so very ready to leave this place.
He smiles for a moment and thinks of Rachel. He will need to talk to her too, and make sure she is okay. That is part of his responsibility, part of who he is and part of the him he is holding on to as tight as possible, so as to not fall into the abyss that seems to get stronger and larger every day...
