|Liam Roberts was once an (author) wrote in repose,|
@ 2020-06-14 17:56:00
|Entry tags:||*log, liam roberts, seven morgan|
Log: Seven & Liam
Who: Seven Morgan & Liam Roberts
What: A desperate attempt at connection
Where: Seven's home
He was fading.
The world that he had once existed in, even if he hadn't thrived in it, felt distant to him now. It was as though his attachment to it was growing thinner and more frayed, only a few threads holding him there. He knew it would be easy to let go, to let the thread snap and for whatever lay beyond to grab him and take him wherever it was he would go next, but he couldn't quite do it. Couldn't quite force himself to break the thread. He still missed it. Being alive. Breathing. Living. Loving.
More often than not, evenings found him drawn to the holder of the thread that kept him there, or at least what felt to keep him there. And that was there he was that night as well, perched on the edge of the window as he watched Seven sleep, a faded overlay that could have been blown away with the smallest of breaths.