Interlude the third ('cause we're drowning here)
300 words this time ;3
It was almost completely dark, except for the flickering light that swung above. The small clatter of pencil against wood seemed to be amplified by the emptiness, the pencil's paint coating chipping away to leave a pile of yellow flakes on the desk beneath it.
Zander stared up at the ceiling, examining the lampshade despite the ache that was steadily building behind his eyes, thoughts silent and sluggish in the ash-filled haze of the hotel room.
It wasn't working. Damn it.
Coughing a little, he heaved himself higher in his seat, drawing his trembling hand towards him to take another drag of his spliff. The smell of the weed swamped his nostrils, the smoke stinging at his eyes, but he ignored it, slipping his lids shut as he held his breath.
(Submerged memories crawled under his subconscious - Dark eyes glimpsed behind a heavy fringe, the wry tweak of small lips that foreshadowed a peal of delighted laughter, even at the most stupidest of jokes-)
The pencil cracked in his grip, and he snapped his eyes open, tossing the pieces across his desk. The action brought his gaze back to his phone, where the text still flickered beneath the shattered glass. The ending words were smothered by the black ooze of plasma that bled across the screen.
[Sender: Caroline | sent: 10:48pm]
[you should have told me]
(yes he should've, he'd known that, but then she wouldn't have have stayed, would have just gone, and it'd no longer be 'we' but 'I' and he couldn't have handled that-)
He shoved the phone away, dragging his eyes forcibly from its pulsating screen, forgetting to wince as it tumbled once off of the edge of his desk.
Not worth it.
Lifting his hand once more, he surrendered himself to the soporific abyss.