Night. The sky, dark, envelops the world in which no morning person can be seen. These that are left, the caffeine fiends, the deadline-addled, those who do just because, are left in a world that is... nighttime.
And it is nighty.
man hands on misery to man it deepens like a coastal shelf get out as early as you can and don’t have any kids yourself.
He was walking to his car to grab one of the extra binders to assemble the new findings in, when he remembered. He looked at his watch, the one she had given him for his thirty-fourth birthday.
8:29:25.
Oh no.
He charged back to the building, his coffee cup dashed against the asphalt, liquid flowing from the crumpled cup as fast as the blood now pumped in his head. Taking the stairs three at a time, knowing the elevator would be too slow, he reached floor 6 and charged through the door, running down the hall to his office.
8:30:06.
He burst into the office, but it was too late. Of course it was.
She was gone forever.
man hands on misery to man it deepens like a coastal shelf get out as early as you can and don’t have any kids yourself.
