[The sound of glass shattering makes him wince, less so because of the destructive nature, more so because the very act seems symbolic of everything else breaking apart. But he doesn't do a single thing to stop Larry. Maybe unknown to Freddy he's killing to old man with his silence.]
[Stomping to the door. Not a word, not a fucking peep. That's how it's gonna be, then. He's huffing and puffing like he's finished a run even though he's just started a massive retreat of his own. Don't cave. Not yet. A final look around at some semblance of how the place used to be. It'll never look the same way again.
His final noisy statement is the slamming of the door. Swallowing now, again and again. Brown eyes are burning. Good thing he's got shades.
This wasn't how he wanted to start looking at fifty. Not at all.]
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His final noisy statement is the slamming of the door. Swallowing now, again and again. Brown eyes are burning. Good thing he's got shades.
This wasn't how he wanted to start looking at fifty. Not at all.]