His eyes flicked from one end of the letter to the other, the parchment being lit up by the soft orange glow of the fireplace. It cracked and spat out a couple of angry embers as his phone vibrated, the embers slipping through the black iron of the grate. Mouth feeling dry, he licked his lips. It did nothing. The maroon cotton blanket coiled around his person haphazardly was equally ineffective in accomplishing its task. Augustus’ body glistened with perspiration, beads of sweat rolling down his person. Bones drinking in deep a sadness, Augustus felt the stinging kiss of tears behind his eyes – why did it have to rain again so soon? Where did it all go so damn wrong, so wrong it’s all wrong. His face screwed up, becoming hard lines, curtained by shadow and fiery light. Augustus reached for his tumbler and brought it to his lips, letting a smidgeon of the hard scotch enter his mouth. Puh-lease, just toss it. Just, just get rid of it. His eyes stung as he got down to the last paragraph.
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