after the weight of the day sets in foolish goes to juans office and sits in the chair that juan had sat in many times before; demanding orders and bringing hope to the north, through his authority and sickly sweet charm. through blurred vision foolish looks around the room -
- in the air between them. foolish holds onto that image tightly as tiredness takes over, the kind of tiredness you feel with your entire being. he lays his head on juans desk and as the remnants of the golden sun begins to disappear beyond the horizon, he drifts off to sleep.
- down his already tear stained cheeks. he thinks if he closes his eyes he could imagine a world where juan is still here and they are coming up with some stupid plan or maybe even just staring at each other in a comfortable silence, all of the things left unsaid hanging thick -
los extrañaré #stupiduo, extrañaré que compartan skins, extrañaré sus peleas tontas, extrañaré sus bailes, extrañaré que juan le dedique canciones a foolish, extrañaré que foolish ayude a juan con sus armaduras, extrañaré que juan llame siempre a foolish a su oficina, etc 😭