Fighting Exhaustion

Lincoln was trudging through the halls towards his room when he made an unexpected detour towards a familiar bedroom he had gotten used to being around over the past couple weeks.

The plain white door that separated him from Jadie’s scent and belongings seemed so simple, but it was enough to made his body become rigid, and his hand at his side that was once prepared to grip the handle felt like a heavy dead weight.

He stood for a while, just staring at the grooves under the paint of the door, thinking about the day he had fallen asleep in the hall and was later caught by Jadie. The urge to be near her was strong, but it was nowhere near what he was feeling now. He felt empty, something that was all-too familiar to him. He didn’t have many friends growing up—most of the kids were close to Michael and steered clear of him. Once his father’s health started to slip, his mother started focusing everything on him and that left Lincoln with no-one.