‘you can’t fight me like this, you can barely walk. come on, lean on me. i won’t hurt you, i promise.’
She wants to argue, so bad. She wants to be stubborn and refuse his help, but she isn’t really in a place to do that right now. She can barely walk on her own. Her strength is slipping by the second, and her chest hurts every time she tries to breathe. So, as best she can, she leans all her weight onto the other, shaky breaths leaving her lips with every step she took.
“Wh-why should I believe you? You hurt everyone else you come across. What-“ A ragged breath. “Wh-what makes me so special? If I’m even special at all?”
















