Re: Fred/Alex
Alex slid down the wall, grateful for the stool that stopped his descent, and let his bag drop to the floor. Fred. Uncle Fred...
"I..." He struggled with whatever words might be coming, then took a breath and held it, squeezing his eyes tightly shut until colours swirled inside his head.
"The train," he managed. "Roxanne..." He felt himself crumpling from the inside out and fought it desperately, closing his hands into fists, wrapping his arms around his middle, pressing his feet to the floor inside his shoes.
He tried again, managing only a whisper. "She's dead..."
Alex prayed that he could keep it together. He wouldn't lose it here, not in this chaos, not in front of everyone in the world.