Hello || Bern & Friday
@carverxbernard
When the days get too long and the grief gets too heavy, Friday dances.
After the girls leave, after her co-workers go home, Friday locks the doors to the studio and lets herself loose. She dances and dances and dances until her toes can’t support her and her knees are jelly. By the time she packs up and prepares to head home, it’s very late and very dark. She opts not to put her earbuds in, knowing to do so would be to dull her senses when she needs all of her awareness to get back safely.
So she hears when footsteps slip in behind hers. The hair on the back of her neck prickles and rises, and her hands begin to tremble. Maybe he won’t--
“Hey, sweetheart, slow down for us.”
They. It’s they.
Friday walks faster.
“Hold on, baby, where you goin’? We just wanna talk.”
Friday crosses her arms over her chest and walks even faster.
Please, please please please please...