[He wants to scream. There's nothing he can do to stop this, nothing he can say that's the one magic phrase that will make Jet stay away, make him leave the German and save himself. The one time he'd wanted it the other way and Jet remains contrary, staying when he should go after all the years of going when he should have stayed. He's impossible, contradictory, and it puts a flutter in Albert's chest even as the failure and the guilt remains an ever expanding stone in his gut.
He should tell Jet to stay away, say again that he's an idiot for trying, an idiot for still believing. Or he should plead, beg, order, or bargain. Find some way, some method to keep him safe. Anywhere that Albert is holds no safety for Jet, let alone here, in this putrid place.
But there's nothing. No magic word, no turn of phrase.
Instead he deletes the messages one by one, pulling them from the memory of the phone as if it could equally discard them from his own mind.]
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silberfuchs) wrote2013-07-16 11:48 am
//Private//
He should tell Jet to stay away, say again that he's an idiot for trying, an idiot for still believing. Or he should plead, beg, order, or bargain. Find some way, some method to keep him safe. Anywhere that Albert is holds no safety for Jet, let alone here, in this putrid place.
But there's nothing. No magic word, no turn of phrase.
Instead he deletes the messages one by one, pulling them from the memory of the phone as if it could equally discard them from his own mind.]