it’s funny : the sun is shining, but she’s never felt colder. ‘ i’m sorry. ’ she whispers placidly, halting her search immediately. she doesn’t even know what she’s apologising for : not keeping his so-called gifts ? for trying to call the police ? for being ungrateful ? tears dot at her eyes ; she’s weak, always has been, and she doesn’t know what to do . ‘ i -- i didn’t. keep them, i mean. i -- i like animals, but alive, like um -- most people. a -- and not being followed, like most people. please, you’re s -- scaring me, i’m sorry if i ever did anything to you for you to follow me but p -- please, i don’t know what you want. just please stop. ’ her voice wobbles, her mind calling her coward over and over while her body readied itself to break into a reckless run. / @cnamity










