You can’t expect me to be fine, I don’t expect you to care


Forgetting Yesterday

You say it’s too late to make it,
But is it too late to try?
And in our time that you wasted,
All of our bridges burned down…

– Payphone, Maroon 5

Damage Control

“It’s not what you think”, he said, taking one long drag from his cigarette before flicking it away.

“What is it, then?”, I asked absently.

“Damage control”, he said, as I watched the glowing embers of the discarded cigarette fade away slowly. “That’s all any of this is.”

I thought of the last set of lost boys, and the cruel trap fate had laid out for them. I thought of the past, and the darkest things that were now forever a part of me. I thought of all that had happened in just one single year.

“I understand”, I said, lighting another cigarette.

I knew a little about damage control myself.