cares too much especially with someone aka her, has so much on her plate.
“sorry. . i can’t help. . thinking about it— i just. . i’m used to being left alone. . . after. . deborah. . died.”
she broke in silence after she said her sister’s name. she couldn’t take it.
she looked away slightly; knowing he was reading her like a book, she didn’t mind it but her thoughts said otherwise. she didn’t want to push him away, but it was hard because, her current state was her reality. she was struggling, her mind was foggy, all at once, she just—
Silence settled between them after that.
Not empty. Heavy.
The empty container beside her proved she was trying — trying to eat, trying to breathe, trying to stay present while fear kept pulling at every thought. But the moment she told him not to find her if she went missing, something in his expression changed. Not anger toward her. Never that.
⤷ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡.
and she signed herself up to the point where she’s the one being hunted.
“i—. . yeah. . .”
she nodded as to understanding what he said. she didn’t want to push him away but her heart wants her too because it’ll affect him. he might be another being of some sort but, she—
she nodded, acknowledging what he said. she held the food, looking down at it. she was struggling in her head, hesitating a little. she reached over to grab the fork as she slowly eat, her mind was elsewhere especially the issue athand with her. she was still thinking over and—
His eyes lowered briefly to the food when she finally took it, relief passing through him in a quiet way. Even if she only managed a little, it meant she was still trying to ground herself instead of letting panic eat the rest of her focus.
“You didn’t drag me into anything.”
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involved.
slowly, finishing the food. placing it on the side, the little empty box.
“i shouldn’t. . . have to. . be protected and if i did— end up going missing. . please don’t find me.”
she said, the honest truth. she didn’t want to any other person to be involved that’s how—