"Linwood. Long time no see. Since that boarding school, yes? It's been years since I've seen a pretty face like yours amongst all of the rubbish. I remember you, vaguely at that.
Still collecting rocks, are we? I suppose it's better than the stacks of bones that you used to have lying around. No wonder nobody wanted to be your friend. What sort of girl collects corpses and calls it an art and a science?
I don't mean harm, Linwood. I know what you know about all of these boys. Rotten, Beckett calls them. Are you familiar? I ought to introduce you to such a dashing young man. Full of life, isn't he? The sort of person that you'd want to spend your time with. I shall take you to him if you ask, darling. Your hands deserve to be taken, your feet deserve to dance. If you have a man who puts you on a pedestal, when shall you come down? Or when you finally do, will he even love the version of you that isn't up high?
Do remember that the scarf around your neck can save a slit throat, Nancy."
-Jude 🌾
"tell me jude, is what you say true? does everyone here hate me? nobody wanted to be my friend before, i guess you're right. who would want to be my friend now, if i haven't changed one bit."
tears brim in nancy's eyes. she runs back off into the woods, where jude had found her. she doesn't seem to be coming back to the beach anytime soon.
jude: @white-wysteria
