[ Times before the mafia, times during and after swirled into his head in and out of his dreams, he couldn't make heads or tails of any of it. But he slept all the same, all of today and the past weighing down on him heavily.
He opens his eyes slowly. It was late, very late, Eric knew somehow but he didn't make a sound, or any movement. All he did was look up and stare at the ceiling, a mask on his face as he woke up. ]
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He opens his eyes slowly. It was late, very late, Eric knew somehow but he didn't make a sound, or any movement. All he did was look up and stare at the ceiling, a mask on his face as he woke up. ]