Poor Timing
Feb. 17th, 2014 09:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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“Cian, it’s me….
I’m okay.
I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner. I know I broke my promise. I just had a chance and I couldn’t turn my back on it. Well, I didn’t turn my back on it. I think ‘couldn’t’ is probably a lie.
Anyway, I’m safe. It’s a long story but my car’s still in Searchlight. I hitched a ride back to it, but when I got there I just couldn’t make myself get out of that guy’s truck, I don’t know why, so I’m standing outside a motel in Needles, California, which is every bit as shitty as you might imagine.
I’ve been here a couple of days. It’s quiet. Lots of trucks and trains going by but that’s it.
I really m—
God.
I miss you.
And I love you, okay?
I’ll talk to you soon, bye.”