Aftershocks by danibanaani
Julian’s room is untouched. His furniture remains in place, marred by a thin layer of dust. His clothes still hang in the wardrobe. His homework is still strewn across his desk, never to be finished. Logan stands in the darkened doorway, eyes scanning the framed pictures on the walls, the blazer thrown carelessly over the back of a chair. The window is open, and the curtains sway slightly in the breeze as a shadowed figure moves forward.
“Did you miss me?”
So… yes. I fail. I fail very, very bad. I’m sorry this took so long. I procrastinate too much.
