Darius blinked, “oh…ok…has it been a long day…what time is it?” He asked having no perception of time.
June went back to the area of the store place with the shelves that had random stuff and to her quiver, she dumped out her arrows and pulled the bottom piece out revealing a small compartment of that had papers, papers from Darius’ book. Ones of his family, his friends, and her brother. She stuck the picture in it, taking out the other papers, one had a sketch of Devon.
She looked at it, tears falling from her face, she avoided crying in front of others, she didn’t like to talk about her problems, nor for anyone to see her like this, especially not Darius. After all, he cared to much. It would only hurt if she had him ask. Sometimes she wished Darius would remember, then maybe she wouldn’t have to hold the burden of Devon’s memory on her shoulders alone. It would be so much better that way. She wiped the tears from her face, but they kept falling. The drops smearing the sketch.
(Bruh, that is like my longest reply yet)