Post by Nathan Miller on Mar 19, 2018 2:57:55 GMT
Miller had known the second he opened his eyes and regained some sense of orientation. Their numbers had significantly dropped. And despite the abrupt and almost frantic standing, eyes searching the crowd … he knew. Sounds of sobs, coughs … mourning. Choice stripped of them, stripped of the ones who had been tossed out of the bunker. Including his father. The pain in his heart was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He had feared the loss of his father for so long, and now for it to be an actual reality … it was too much to bare. Even the relief of seeing Jackson among the chosen was not enough to ease the pain. His eyes locked onto the other male for a few moments, but it didn’t hold because there was too much work to do. The events of the next several hours involving cleaning up and designating rooms. It all led to where Miller was on. Seated on the edge of the makeshift bed, head in his hands. Eyes red from the tears he cried. Miller had always known just how damn lucky he had been to have his father alive, unlike so many of the others – especially the 100. But now, he was an orphan. Like so many others, he had no parents. His mother was long gone and now his father … Miller sniffed, trying to control his emotions. But his mind was elsewhere. To the point of not even realizing that upon hearing the knock at the door, his quiet voice had granted the other person permission to enter. Miller didn’t even have to look up to know who it was. He could … feel the other man’s presence. A presence that had started to become a strong comfort to Miller. Slowly, Miller looked up, meeting Jackson’s eyes. Now more than ever, he tried to force his emotions to remain controlled. He tried to maintain some semblance of composure. But instead, he just felt himself crumble even more. His face slightly twisted and he felt his eyes sting with more tears as his head lowered, eyes falling to the ground and just slightly shaking his head. He shouldn’t be like this. He should be stronger. But it was as if … every emotion, every loss, every horror that he experienced on the ground, suddenly overwhelmed him and losing his father, had been the final straw. The final event that caused Miller to no longer be able to remain strong. |
