saltburnt | inbox

[extent]

WELCOME TO THE SALTBURNT NETWORK

USERNAME:
nicknack

text ❖ audio ❖ video

Comments

[dwelt]

[allllrighty then.]

right
i'll see you tomorrow.

[extent]

ok

[ which should be a fine place to leave it, except he doesn't really want to stop talking at all, is the thing. ]

what are you up to anyway

[dwelt]

i'm on a walk

[extent]

how cold is it?

[dwelt]

not bad, not like home.
you should come with me sometime

[extent]

i'd like that

[ too quick. god. ]

how long has it been since you've been back?

[dwelt]

years?
i visited once or twice after i left.

[extent]

oh
it's really been that long?

[dwelt]

yeah.

[he thought he told him, but maybe not. hard to say, when all he did was avoid home to avoid more guilt.]

that's what i meant when i said i wanted to make up for lost time.

[extent]

i didnt know it was that much time, i guess

[dwelt]

i wish it hadn't been.

[extent]

we can change that though
i mean when we figure out a way home or whatever

[dwelt]

[he wants to lie and say yes, wants to believe that they'll remember their time here and he'll end up right at Nick's door, but he's a realist.]

do you think we'll remember our time here?

[extent]

maybe
i mean i guess you guys not being 19 kind of makes that debatable, but i dont know
maybe we can figure out a way to hold them somewhere, so we cant forget

[dwelt]

sure.
maybe we can.

[extent]

[ 'unless you don't want to remember' gets written, and deleted. 'do you want to come back', too, and 'do you miss me', and so many attempts at a response that each feel more pathetic than the last.

but none of them get sent. ]

ok

so, tomorrow yeah?

[dwelt]

tomorrow.

[extent]

looking forward to it

[ is that too much? maybe, but he isn't sure if he has the energy to care. ]