Stone Circle Say it to me

He felt stiff.
Gunnar didn't know.
If he did, he didn't say it. Wasn't telling him. Why wouldn't he tell him if he knew? Out of spite? To see if he could fish it out of him?

Yet he had this sickly feeling rolling about his skin, his mind falling into a deep, deep dark thought. A storm cloud rolled over his mind, his thoughts, and his body. 

His every sway, heavy and slow, his eyes like a million weights dragged behind their walk. This was nauseating.

Oh, Bonnie.
Oh, Bonnie.

Bonnie.

Bonnie.
He shifted on his leg, his weight wanting to crash to one side as his eyes were settled upon the man with a face new. One that had been slowly dragged from his veins, and after all this time of repressing it, guilt finally surfaced in waves. Plenty. But an emptiness, as if hope had faded long ago. Buried.

"Do you know what happened?"

As in there were ways that he could have.
And soon Gunnar would learn.
That Bonnie made a mistake.