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[for Marcus]
May. 14th, 2024 02:14 pmSam no-showed to their hang yesterday. Today, texts to his phone won't go through. Lisbeth's, either.
Viktor knows. He has to see it for himself.
He walks, giving himself ample time to talk himself out of believing it's true. What are the odds they'd disappear together? Surely he'll walk into the bunker and look up into Lisbeth's camera, and he'll be let in.
But in his bones, he knows well before he can see the door open wide. When he looks up at the camera, he can feel that there's no one on the other side.
A wicked wind whips up. Viktor swaths himself in one last whisp of denial to soothe away the storm as he descends to the bunker below. Someone else is down there. He can feel it.
"Sam?" he calls, his voice small.
Viktor knows. He has to see it for himself.
He walks, giving himself ample time to talk himself out of believing it's true. What are the odds they'd disappear together? Surely he'll walk into the bunker and look up into Lisbeth's camera, and he'll be let in.
But in his bones, he knows well before he can see the door open wide. When he looks up at the camera, he can feel that there's no one on the other side.
A wicked wind whips up. Viktor swaths himself in one last whisp of denial to soothe away the storm as he descends to the bunker below. Someone else is down there. He can feel it.
"Sam?" he calls, his voice small.
