He hadn't had this one in a long time. They were running through the forest, always running. Though, when they stopped to catch their breath, a moment passed between the two boys. The older child stooped down and gently plucked a flower from the field. It was a delicate thing. Fragile. But somehow beautiful. He placed it in younger child's palm and they smiled. Bright, hopeful smile. And then, they ran again. Always running.
Jim woke slowly, hesitantly, trying to hold on to the memory. It seemed like such a long time ago. Despite it being one of his few happy childhood memories, he felt deep guilt. He never found out what had happened to the other boy. His friend. He had never even tried. By now he was likely dead. Or worse. Jim shuddered. Well, no sense dwelling on the past, he thought. He stretched. Jim had almost forgotten that he had stayed the night. However, when he looked up, he saw that Bones was no longer in the room. Jim grabbed his leather jacket and started to make his way down the hall. You'd think this would be a manageable task, but with Jim nothing was simple. Two steps down and he ran into the wall. The fucking wall. Damn his terrible depth perception. He heard footsteps from the stairs.
"Jim! Are you okay?"
Of fucking course. Only Bones could look so damn attractive after hours of sleep. DAMN IT JIM HE'S YOUR FRIEND.
"Yeah I'm fine I just uh… tripped."
Smooth Jim. Way to go. Have a gold star.
"Oh… Alright, well I made breakfast so…"
Stop being so perfect, Jim thought.
Well, he only thought it, right?
Shit, he said that out loud…
"Well, Jimmy, someone's gotta be around here!" Bones winked.
That bastard.
{Sorry for the extreme shortness of this chapter but I promise to upload more this week.
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