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I'm thirty? (this is my thirtieth fic...Yay?)
So yeah...this has been a rough day, week, month, year? But makes it better. You guys make it better with all the reviews and support that you give.
I especially want to thank Rayen McKenna and SadisticEyes for their awesomeness.
So Reid/Comment/and smile please after this fic, because everyone needs to smile...or if you know someone who is in desperate need of a hug...please do it. It makes the world of difference, I swear.
"A hug is the perfect gift; one size fits all, and nobody minds if you exchange it."-unknown
He looks up to catch sight of a translucent man; sunken eyed and sallow with a shock of hair being ruffled by the wind.
He's skeletal; eyes vacant and cold. The bus moves and then...he's gone.
Reid shutters when the realization hits him.
That ghost was him...is him.
He looks around, watching the people pass by- some together, some alone. Mothers, daughters, sons, girlfriends, boyfriends, business partners, strangers- all going about their daily lives,
And there's Reid.
The sickly feeling of disgust for human beings descends upon him like ravenous crows as dirt and paper scuttle along the pavement like side-winding crabs.
He swallows the bile that rises- his teeth clenching in discomfort as he balls his fist.
He should not be feeling this way, should he?
But then he realizes it's not them that he feels this disheartening disdain for- but himself.
He shivers as he sinks further into his head. There's no way out, none that he can see. And the world keeps revolving on it's tilted axis, and people are still going on with their lives, and unsubs are still killing and the most horrible things are happening.
And there's Reid.
His head buzzes...and it suspiciously sounds like Morgan's ring tone.
Reid looks down, and is vaguely aware that his cell phone is buzzing in his satchel.
His hands feel numb as he reaches for the phone...detached as he answers- his voice reverberates hollow and dull in his own ears.
"Pretty Boy- you okay..." Morgan's voice is sharp, and Reid can recognize the fear seeping out. How many times has Reid rang Morgan in the most unfortunate hours sounding as if he were on the cusp of... and the shame fills Reid. Too much to bear, he disconnects the phone and stares at the lifeless thing in his hand.
The sad thing is, out of one hundred and five people that have passed him...(three who are standing in the bus' shelter with him) Not one has asked if he's alright...not that he would have welcomed the attention, but still...there's something inherently sad about that picture.
And still, there's Reid.
He looks up to see his bus shutter past him, and his insides sink.
Today's a good day for walking.
And so he does, hoists his lead body off the bench and begins to trudge his way home. His heart hammers sluggishly against his ribcage, ready to give up and he can't seem to catch his breathe as people keep touching him- the effort it would take to avoid the contact is just too much at the moment.
And so there's Reid... each step a struggle- each breath hurts so much.
He'd love to sink to the cold concrete and cry...and can't help but think 'maybe this is what it's like to go insane.'
And he doesn't know how to pull himself out.
And he shutters as the sound of rubber wheels griping asphalt registers in his ears. The sound of a powered window going down, the gruff anxiousness of Morgan's voice.
"Pretty Boy? Get in."
And there are the hacking sobs of Reid's that barely reach his head, let alone connect with him that this is him. This is the broken shell of him. And he can't fix it by himself.
There's Reid, sinking against the the of Morgan's suv, and Morgan's door slamming as people honk for him to get out of the way.
Morgan sinks to his knees, enveloping Reid in the tightest of hugs. Reid's not going to even try to comprehend how Morgan found him as he presses his face into Morgan's shoulder, biting down on the soft fabric of Morgan's t-shirt, saliva soaking it's way through as Reid bites back sobs. His body is racked in pain as he hold back the sobs that threaten to rip his chest in two.
"Let it go Reid. Let it go." Morgan whispers in Reid's ear as people mill past them. Some gawk, others tip toe in their own embarrassment of witnessing such display of ...emotion.
And the world keeps spinning on its tilted axis and then there's Reid and Morgan trying to right the wrong.
A/N: So this is what Blue October and little sleep does to me...
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