During the inert waiting, I stopped moving.
I whispered his name.
Then he slid his index finger over my hand.
It was a cold hand.
My body was shivering.
I waited for it to pass.
Never moving a step, his hand in mine and fading through a fog of consciousness.
I believe I heard a phone.

@музыка: Sneaker Pimps - Half Life

@настроение: it's kind of you to notice no ones dying, you choked your last laugh almost crying.

@темы: Silent Hill