Reflection

Dylan stares at the phone for several seconds before picking it up again. Part of him didn't want to see what Dan had to say - he'd rather sit here in misery and follow through with the temptations. And part of him wanted to read the reassurance he knew awaited.

Finally flipping open the phone, he reads Dan's message and bites his lip. Don't give up? He looks at the gun then back to the phone.

It's close to ten minutes before the revolver is placed in the bedside drawer and Dylan's thumbs type out a response to Dan.

Re: Text Message
To: Dan
From Unknown 555-3498

I guess I gave up the day I left.

Dylan


Eric can feel his cheeks grow just a bit warm. It had been a long time since he'd had even close to an ounce of confidence when it came to his speech. He knew he usually had bad grammar - he just hadn't been able to wrap his brain around proper English since several areas of his brain had been jarred. Having Stacy recognize and appreciate his words... a new tingle of warmth came out of nowhere and he finds himself glancing down.

At her next comment though, his eyes snap up again. It had been a long time since he'd just waited to watch a sunrise. Surely she wasn't serious though. Catching her gaze, he suddenly sees a reflection of the moon and a soft smile spreads on his lips. "Why wait?"

As soon as he'd said it, he regretted it. What was he thinking? Stacy would probably rather give him another speeding ticket than spend time with him. Not to mention there was the little matter of Jeff that had not slipped his radar.

His eyes fall to the ground once more, and he wished he'd kept his mouth shut.