Nov
26
ellis
He was uncomfortable next to her, because she was too perfect. Not perfect in the usual way. She was somebody else’s perfect. He could feel them eying her. And eying him, because of her.
Well, that was what he wanted, wasn’t it? He wanted them to see her, to see him with her. They were together.
“Is that Vaughn? Holy shit. Never thought I’d see him again.”
They probably thought he’d be dead by now. Washed up in a sea of apathy. But he was someone. Someone with someone. And he wanted them to know it.
And she smiled at him, and he was dead, and he was never alive at all, and she was all that was left.
