Karyn's sleeping bag rustled for some time as she tossed and turned. It must have been hard to find a comfortable position with that body.
Oddly, Jon no longer felt like someone had died. Just...numb. Empty. And tired. He'd been up for a little over twenty four hours. And his parents wouldn't be back home for some time. With nothing else to do, Jon collapsed onto his bed into a nearly comatose sleep.
It was still light when he awoke. He was so groggy it took him a moment to remember where he was. Why had he been asleep? Why was he awake now? He heard a girl sobbing. Karyn? Why's she here? What happened? Suddenly, a sob transformed into a loud squeal, and he remembered. He turned on his side. Karyn was still in the sleeping bag, he could make out her bulk beneath the fabric. But now she had it wrapped over her head, completely obscuring her from view. She sobbed even harder at the sudden squeal, punctuated by a violent oink.
Jon wanted to go to her. Take her in his arms like he did last night. Tell her that everything was going to be alright.
But it would be a lie.
He wanted to go to her, so badly. It was almost physically painful. But what could he do?
Turning on his other side, Jon closed his eyes to escape to the oblivion of sleep, and tried to ignore the wetness building behind his eyelids.
