Lazy Daisies,Comatose Roses,Sacred Blue,Ultura-Marina,Mouthingthewordcolourful
There were no stops, nor music to kill the suffocating silence...
The drive home was long and quiet...
No one said a word, they couldn't even look at each other...
Nick was driving fast but Rowland had managed to put on his seatbelt, too tired to realise the expired irony.
And whose heart, was so heavy in so many ways that he thought it might fall out of his chest and tear through his button down shirt, or smoosh his innards from it's mere weight; that if he breathed in too deeply it would simply stop like it would somehow disappear from his rib cage.
He was gutted beyond all reason, split open and oozing.
He subconsciously bounced his left leg anxiously.