May 1, 2020
OH , fallen angel she is : sent to this good place with short end of the stick , unfamiliar device in hand , chest heaving up and down , sporadic as hands tremble around phone , “ i do not — i do not even know ... credence’s cellular number , “ she says almost shamefully , “ i do not know how this — i want — i want to go home , i want to go home to credence . “ even though the fear there still lingers , of seeing nothing but darkness , she still ... she craves safety . bottom lip trembles , eyes watering , “ he is ... he is here , right ? he is in the ... the good place , yes ? “
