It shouldn't have been so hard to cross a freaking doorway.
Ian heard Juhan calling, he tried to answer, but then he was gagging, choking back the bile in his mouth again. It was so stupid. He'd known it was coming, he'd known he'd have to leave sooner or later, but always he'd hesitated and delayed.
There'd been plenty of excuses, after all, between the rain and what all. It was impossible to pinpoint any particular moment they'd decided to stay the extra day. They hadn't really come to a consensus, they'd barely even mentioned it. The day had just sort of slipped away, and perhaps that was for the best.
The truth wasn't something he could explain, after all. The others didn't understand, and perhaps they couldn't. He didn't even fully understand himself. There were no words to describe the sheer terror he'd felt facing Paulo, no way of explaining what it meant to realize you could die at any moment. To be helpless.
But they were calling. They'd leave. He had to go. Being alone was worse. He didn't want to worry them. That wouldn't be right, he wasn't supposed to be the problem.
He stood up, will alone allowing him some semblance of control as he faced the door again. He hesitated, took a deep breath, and stepped across. It shouldn't have been so hard. He turned to face Juhan and another person.
The false smile died on his lips as quickly as it had come. The other boy had a gun. He stared for a moment, his expression uncertain, his body frozen. Helpless.
The other boy said something awkwardly, and walked back into the room. Ian stood a moment longer, then nodded to Juhan.
He was silent for a long time afterwards.
((Ian Williams continued in: Glass