Creak.
The sun set slowly, casting its golden glow over the room. Depression hung like a heavy blanket over the three of us. Papers lay scattered about the room as they’d been left.
Creak.
Tyler lay on the couch, shoulders bare to the frigid air but he didn't seem to care. He stared blankly at the ceiling fan without seeing it. Alphonse sat against the back of the couch, head lolling forward, completely still in the silence broken only by the squeaky turn of the fan blades that none of us could be bothered enough to stop it.
Creeeeak .
I sat against the wall, the glow from the late afternoon sun reflecting off my face and the rest of my body in shadow. I clutched a hibernating Jäger to my chest carefully, seeking comfort from his cool, rough skin, though his small form could provide m
