Something isn’t right about this city.
Something isn’t right, because she should feel excited, she should look at Dagger, at the closest person to a sister she’s ever known, and feel excited. Not this hesitation, not this doubt. Something isn’t right, and it’s somewhere in between the long hair and that bright orange jumpsuit. Because when she sees Dagger, standing in between the crowds of people looking just as confused as she feels, something stops her from running, or else calling out to catch her attention.
At least, not immediately. Eventually she plucks up whatever sort of courage is necessary to approach her best friend, eventually she finds whatever it takes to cut her way through the crowds of people to tug at Dagger’s sleeve.
(And honestly, ‘eventually’ is a bit of an exaggeration, a bit dramatic— it really only takes a matter of seconds.)
“Did you just get here, too?” She steps away, twists her heel into the dirt nervously. “I mean, you look lost, so.”
heircutting