(thatcher angst for you all come get it while it's hot)

[ ★ ] as the raspy and cold wind hit your solid house, rain started to pour down, it was cold outside...anybody outside can catch a fever without the proper clothing

You were in your living room, watching a TV show but then you heard a loud knock then a doorbell ring..

You got up from your seat to go and check it out, you opened the door and saw your old pal thatcher Davis at your door visibly drunk and distressed

He got onto his knees and begged for you to let him in, he begged like a little child begging for their parents to not punish them after they did a bad thing, like a woman begging for her husband not to leave her after she cheated on him,

You picked him up from the ground and put a coat over his shivering and shaking body

You took him in and he laid on your couch...crying into the pillows

' what's wrong now? ' you asked

' I'm...I'm sorry...i- I- just- please... ' his voice was slurred and visibly upset, he cried like a child, a baby, something pathetic

' ...I...I miss her...I miss her so much. '

He said, and you obviously knew who he was talking about Back in 1992, thatcher worked with a woman named Ruth weaver, they were best friends but one day in September, she died from an alternative a monster in the Murray house where lynn Murray ended her life

He continued to sob and shake like a child..like a pathetic thing, his voice sounded like it had deep regret..very very deep regret, he regretted being a coward and running away when she needed him the most, being a pathetic mess he was and just running away