"I like it in here"
Okay. But its going to consume you.
"We don't have to change"
Okay. But it's going to consume you.
Eventually you have to leave. Eventually you have to run. And its painful and it's so much harder than staying in the comfort of what you know. In that house that stopped being a home years ago. Living memories you've replayed so many times over and over that the details are warping and becoming hollowed out corpses.
And it will consume you when you least expect it. You'll rot right there along with the building foundations and distort right along with your memories.
You'll have to run eventually, even if that's not how you're wired.
The window was never locked.






















