braedencaraway:
“This town really feeds into this shit.” He muttered, a copy of The Falls Post in his hand. What had happened was sad and, unfortunately, expected, but the article could’ve used more tact. It was ridiculous and glorified the town’s reputation, in his opinion. It was all the more reason to pack up and move, but Braeden was stuck on that decision, too. He sighed just as the German Shepherd resting by his feet began to bark, signalling the moment they were no longer alone. “Don’t worry, she won’t bite.” He lied as he looked to who had approached, petting the animal to calm her down.
❝ all animals bite if they feel threatened, so i’m sure you won’t mind if i ignore your platitudes, right? ❞ she’d heard about the goings-on at the carnival, and had chosen to ignore the first part of his statement. it was a tragedy, sure, but that was all their town was. a continuous tragedy. it was never ending. she loved it. there was always something new to look forward too.









