itty’s toes wiggled in the socks. SOCKS.
she. was. WEARING. socks.
she was also a she.
had itty been a girl when it was alive? itty had never been sure, that memory had never resurfaced, locked inside the heart on its chest. but regardless of its past life, currently itty was a she. a girl!!!! with hair, a nose, hands, fingers, toes, itty was alive.
“miss camila! miss camila! miss camila!” the girl cried, arms outstretched as it ran through the castle, fingers grazing the wall. “miss camila!” would she even recognize itty? the ghost barely recognized itself as is.
stopping in front of one of the many rooms, itty leaned over and peered in with a giant grin on its face, toes wiggling in their ratty old socks, “miss camila! are you in there!?? it’s me! itty!”
