It's a small miracle that he manages to get his half of the books on the ground in an intact pile, because he doesn't think his hands have shook quite so bad his entire life. His heart's hammering, his lungs feel like they've turned to stone and he can't feel the air. It's like he's watching it all unfold through a tiny, rounded window. It's worse than that, even.
He feels just like he felt that day, when the Longcoats came and, and, and he can't stand not knowing. He grips Glitch by the shoulders, pleading with him to please, please, "Tell me, Glitch. Please, tell me, how long?"
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Date: 2009-08-12 08:23 am (UTC)He feels just like he felt that day, when the Longcoats came and, and, and he can't stand not knowing. He grips Glitch by the shoulders, pleading with him to please, please, "Tell me, Glitch. Please, tell me, how long?"