❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞ (simon/lizzie interactions are the threads i don't even deserve)
SHORT STORIES, MY FAVORITE KIND OF POETRY ||Accepting - @flowxrisms
Brows furrowing, Simon stared at the child for a few beats before crouching down to the fallen roamer, pulling out his knife and plunging it into the back of it’s head. “Listen girly. That kinda thinking? Is gonna get you killed. The hell else was I supposed to do?”














