|Darling Dexter (i_fakeit) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2008-08-04 19:59:00
|Entry tags:||dexter morgan, georgia lass|
One second he was talking to George and trying to comfort her about his own death, and the next he's in his own apartment, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, as alive as he'd ever remembered being.
He could actually feel his own heart beating hard enough that it might have broken out of his chest at any moment.
Through the strangeness of it all, he couldn't help but feel concern for how George might be taking this. She had been worried that he was going to move on, and his sudden disappearance must have looked like just that.
Dexter fumbled on his bedside table without looking at it, finding his phone and dialing George.
He listened to it ring.