#Chapter180
It was a dreadfully dreary morning, and as the rain thundered down with the force of bludgeons, tinkering against the bonnet of the car's windshield, too many unspoken words ozed between them.
Ronan was sat in the passenger seat, his feet propped up on the dash, an iced frappe, flowing with sweet caramel syrup and mellowed whipped cream, in his hand and Isaac's Cujo doll keyring twisted in the other. His friend had pushed it into his hand before they'd all left the house that morning, promising he'd keep him safe.
He loved the sentiment behind it, and almost didn't want to give him back. But he knew, later on when they all reunited and it was time to say their final goodbye, he'd have to. They'd all broken off into small groups to play a secret santa game - his idea, of course- before they left. Asa, Deacon, Blake and Sly were together. Jackson, Eyes and Lucien were together, and Oz, Joel and Raven were together.
