Who: Darcy and Aidan
Where: Around town
When: Some time after 1 am
Aidan had drug Darcy back to his house and looked her over for injuries, patching her back up. He’d messaged people and told them about Noah, and then they were waiting. She guessed he was sleeping somewhere, but she’d raided the fridge, finding a beer and stealing it, sitting up in the living room wrapped in a blanket, empty bottle on the coffee table and tears streaked down her face. She’d started messaging Noah at least three times, but had stopped short, not sure what to say and knowing he wouldn’t get it anyway. Dead. He was probably dead. He loved her. She kept replaying that moment, when he said it, again and again, then burst into tears again, sleep not happening in the least. She’d made it a good fifteen minutes without crying out of panic or fear or worry, and while it wasn’t much, she was calling it an accomplishment.
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