michael munroe . / WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
guilt layered beneath him , the night still fresh in his mind . her words , her expression —— it doesn’t settle well beneath him , causes a lump to form in the middle of his throat . he tears his gaze off sam , a hand coming to rest against the back of his neck as he swallows the small lump . ❛ it was just a prank , sam . it was meant to be harmless fun . ❜ it wasn’t supposed to result in two of his friends going missing , death the only possibility and out come . ❛ i wasn’t thinking , okay ! i was just . . . going along with it . ❜
❝ just — ‘ going along with it? ‘ ❞ she reproduces the words, without truly paying attention to their meaning, for what she knows the whole plan was nothing but a MEAN plot. the tone of voice mimics the other's as much as possible, trying to remain the numbness and apathy she senses once is said. revolting, to say the least.
mind no longer belongs to herself, consciousness taking away the calmness the girl fought deeply to keep intact : the rage that comes like a wave in the ocean twists her actions and words. ❝ that was cruel. what you did to her was CRUEL — ❞ a pause. composure attempts to return as a deep breath is taken; the oxygen that travels within her lungs seems to bring a type of temperance she has never experienced before. fury and exasperation turns into disappointment and dismay. ❝ and i’m sure, deep down, you knew it. from the start. ❞