Jared struggles just a little to pull himself up to sit in a good position to eat. After getting situated, he works on building a small sub, choosing not to put a whole lot on it. He does snitch a couple pieces of watermelon though, at least enjoying that.
"If we need more food than what you've brought, then one of us has a problem." He roll his eyes. He knew that she - and his mother - were trying to get him to eat more lately, but it just wasn't easy when he had little to no appetite at all.
Chewing a bite of his sub, his eyes drift back out to the water. Swimming had been one of his favorite things to do while growing up. He wondered now if he'd ever really be able to do it again. Looking down at his legs, he slowly rolls his ankles. That wasn't quite as difficult anymore - it didn't take total concentration to do it. Lifting his knees was still quite a task though.
Sighing, he turns back to his food, nibbling on the other end of his sub. There was so much he wanted to talk about, yet he wanted to say nothing at all. He wanted so badly to laugh and smile and gain back his hope... yet he was stuck in the mire of self-doubt, worthlessness and guilt.
Setting aside his food, he lays back down on his back again and closes his eyes. He could feel the sun and the cool breeze. He could smell the water and the faint scent of Grace's perfume. He could hear the lapping water, a few stray seagulls, and people laughing a far ways down the beach. Peace. It was all right here. He was surrounded by it. Yet he didn't feel it.
It would be several hours before Hunter would get a chance to text Katie back...
To: Katie
From: Hunter
What? Me? Get into a war?
He looks down at his paint splattered hands and jeans as he prepared for a shower, and he grins.
It wasnt a war. Just... a battle.
Hehe... At least the toolshed
is done? If anybody says
anything, know that it wasnt
my fault. It was your cousin.
All him. His fault.
To: Katie
From: Hunter
It feels like a million days to
me too.
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