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[jack_babalon]

We sat in a house. A warm summer night. The TV was on and you were snuggled on the couch. Outside we could hear them slowly breaking their way in. You were afraid, squeezed my hand, trying hard to ignore it. I squeezed back. Pulled you into me, the pistol in my other hand. I remember focusing on a candle burning on the book shelf, the framed paintings, the long rows of CDs. You look up at me, crying, you tell me you love me through the sniffles. I nod, brush the hair out of your eyes. One of those little gestures that come out of me when i'm around you, the wonderful little details of being with you. More crashes, louder, their downstairs now and making their way towards us. I can't say 'I love you' back. I need you to understand that. It would mean saying goodbye right now, and I don't have the strength to lose you. Footsteps on the stairs. Pounding on the door. You turn up the volume, and I raise the pistol. We'll never see them coming, that's all I could do for you in the end.

I got home at six today. No drama. No worrys. I was just so tired. I burnt some pizza in the toaster. Watched the Simpsons. Made my way to my room by seven and passed out. Another zombie dream. Kinda. I technically didn't see them. No Romero extras. No Savini make up. I woke not scared, but just terribly sad. Watched the new 'Six Feet Under' and here I am. Don't want to go back to bed but i'm still really tired and I got to be up in roughly six hours. Lotsa sixes on this post. Alright. Goodnight.