Jan 2, 2016
Wishing-For-A-Sail
Mikkel’s hands shook, knocking lightly on the door. Her breaths were shallow as she silently tried to talk herself down. Part of her wanted him to answer, wanted him to meet her so they could talk... so Mika could have someone who truly understood. But a larger, smarter part of her knew how stupid this was, that anyone born with a fate like theirs didn’t deserve comfort... didn’t deserve understanding.
Holding back tears, the blonde girl knocked again.