Fabian Michael Prewett

Fabian laid in his bed, head still pounding from the letter. Sure the talk with Doe had helped… a lot. Though it hadn’t stayed the worry in his heart and mind. Everything about this was…wrong. It was bad and he didn’t like it. Nothing good would come of it.

He made himself as comfortable as possible, pulling the blankets over his shoulder, the letter still crumpled in his hand. He sighed, mind exhausted though still far too awake. He turned over on his side, waiting for the sleep that never came.

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