I was looking for your feel awhile tonight. I drank a bunch of caffeine and slipped into this space where I started to fade and needed someone to keep a hand on me. You weren't around online though.
I was pouring a drink at the counter. You turned the corner and I watched your socks pad across the linoleum. I looked up and asked if you wanted one. You said you did.
The torrent brought his face under and spun him. His grimace was clear and full of pain. The struggle was tearing him apart. He knew he was dying. He...