Davianna
I hate this waiting room. The ugly tan of the walls, the fake plants sitting in the corners taunting me. Nothing about this room is comforting, it’s so sterile and generic. Since I’m here for good, I’m going to make some changes, starting here.
The waiting is the worst part because there’s nothing to do… except wait. I wish I could go for a run but I don’t want to not be here when Devante wakes up. In the short time I’d spoken to him, he was already in the running for favorite brother.
He didn’t deserve what was happening to him. He didn’t deserve any of the stuff that had happened to him. He was a sweetheart, a w***e undoubtedly, but a sweetheart nonetheless.
This last week has gotten me all twisted up on the inside. Red hasn’t spoken to me since we decided to leave Cord,
