a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he's still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
“—I’ve seen you down quite a few drinks there, dear. Be careful.”
❝ no, no, no —- you don’ haveta w o r r y . ❞
he gestures clumsily with the glass in his hand, grinning widely. there’s something b u z z i n g around in his head and it feels great, a warmth in his stomach that helps melt away the dread that’s been riding there for months.
The brunette pondered over whether or not she should run; but she had been transported here for some kind of reason, right? Her dark blue orbs wide with fear, she instead took cover behind the nearest wall and peeked her head out tentatively at the male that stood down the hall – or rather it was so dark that she assumed it was a male from the mere build of the unusual shadow that spoke out to her.
“Who in God’s name are you?” she squeaked out.
❝ security. this building’s closed, ma'am. i’m gonna have to ask you to leave. ❞
she’s small, sam notices, and a f r a i d . well, hopefully she’ll go quietly and without complaint, though that doesn’t answer the question of what she’s doing here in the first place. at least she has some sense, though, and isn’t parading around in the dark like some of the idiots he’s run into over the years.
goddamnit. just what he needs; someone else getting in the way. it’s dark in the building, and sam’s flashlight flickered out about ten minutes ago, but sam can tell that the t h i n g down the hall is definitely not the ghost he’s looking for.