𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑛𝑜𝑜𝑛, 𝑒𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑘𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚.
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭.@rotglory!!
there’s a shakiness to her breath, feeling almost overwhelmed by the visions flooding through her cerebral cortex, the part of the brain which mostly works on processing memories. she hadn’t meant to grasp his wrist, yanking him nearly down with her, but when she tripped upon her feet it was pretty much impossible not to reach for some sort of salvation. and he was it. of course what we tend to believe is our lifeline, is actually our damnation. she began to feel an immense amount of pain wrapped neatly, tightly in a suit of guilt.
his memories began to cloud her vision and in a moments notice, she were no longer about to fall backwards on her ass and spine, but rather were seeing moments of his life from start to finish. when such things like this happened, which it’s a rarity they do, kitty’s gathered the notion that it’s a warning sign; either something in their life that they needed to be alert about, or that they meant her crucial mortal danger that she needed to be aware of. it was only out of the purest form of fear that they came to, in a short explanation.
katherine’s third-party memory observation whirled into a spiral vortex and she was back to the scene previous, only with a few seconds passed. her locks lay sprawled out on the concrete, arms laying a few inches from her skull, which raged with an oncoming headache. laying on her back, she’d come to the realization and final conclusion that she’d fallen and the man, whose life she now knows in depth, was unable to catch her. peering up, she grasped at him again. ❛ i know you. i--- ❜ her voice shattered into anxiousness, stuttering. ❛ i can help you. ❜
