Whether or not the woman sitting by his side was a comfort, James couldn't decide. There were times when he wanted nothing more than to be in his own room, to shut the door and lock it tight, making sure that no one else came inside. But every single time that he'd tried, he just ended up crying, he just ended up feeling lost, the reminder of just how alone he was too much for him to bear. With a slow inhale, James continued to kick at the step, his hand gripping the pen so tightly that his fingers trembled from the effort.
"Just... writin' a letter," he mumbles quietly, a crease forming between his brows.
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Date: 2011-08-08 02:28 am (UTC)"Just... writin' a letter," he mumbles quietly, a crease forming between his brows.