PKMN - Sombre Dimanche
There were two birds sat on a stone.
The room was warm, but the world was cold.
That was all Green could think as he numbly thumbed through a magazine tabloid, staring past the pictures, past the room and letting his attention flicker with the humming and blinking of the florescent lighting.
His jaw was numb, his tongue was heavy, and his limbs quivered with unease. His heart was racing, but for how much he sweat and shook, he struggled to feel anything. His dread was like the humming of cheap lights droning and flickering, and something outside of him he couldn't control.
He didn't force a smile when the investigator walked into the room. Neither did she. He stood up, legs still quivering, hands clammy and god he felt so cold.
"We've talked before. I'm Tabitha," she began, and then she held out her hand for Green to take.
"Yeah, I remember," Green murmured in response as he shook her hand and god her hands were warm.
She nodded, holding onto