(rdr2 dr)
”jemma what did you do to shift?!!!”
“jemma how did u shift?!?!”
“jemma what made you shift??”
I DONT KNOW. i don’t remember anything from the night before.
i literally just remember being there. like a memory.
i remember the feeling of the knife in my hand, sharpening it. i remember distant chatter throughout the camp and faint music as the sun began to set. i remember the feeling of the ground beneath my boots. i remember the feeling of the wooden table and crate i sat on.
i remember her. her face. her smile. her hair. her accent. her walk. her hips. her hat. HER.
then it was over. i shot up from my bed.
don’t give up on shifting. please. (i’m also writing this for myself.)
#withlovejemma<3












