gaze dropped for a moment. And here, of all places. Right on campus. It only made him feel more uneasy about it.
It was like small memories were starting to surface again, pieces he’d thought had been buried for good.
Dalton’s attention dropped briefly to the sketchbook when she mentioned it.
“Yeah. I draw.”
That part, at least, he could answer without thinking.
What came after was harder to process.
His eyes lifted back to her when she said she could —— (+)
Lorraine shakes his hand with hers and saw it she knew that look.
“ Dalton..” there was a brief pause and now she exhale “ listen … I’m not sure if you gonna believe me because what I’m about to saying is gonna sound uh.. crazy…” she said.
“ there is something…++
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“Because that doesn’t exactly sound like something I’m supposed to not be afraid of.”
He glanced at her hand, then back at her.
“I... I don’t know... what else to say.”
He reached for the back of his head, rubbing it nervously as his —— (+)
��Dalton Lambert.”
His eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her.
Dalton had spent most of his life being told there was nothing to remember. That the missing pieces from when he was younger were just that, missing.
His eyes dropped briefly to the hand she offered, but he didn’t take it straight away.
Something in the way she said it had caught him off guard.
It won’t let you sleep.
For a second, his expression changed. Barely. Just enough to give away that the words had —— (+)
The clairvoyant could see beyond someone life how it’s been and she also sense anger and she understands now what was it .
her eyes stayed on him the way he shift and also on how he held that painting like it was a matter of time .
She could also seen how he felt and ++
His jaw tightened.
“What do you mean, it wants something?”
He looked back at her, more wary now as his gaze shifted to her hand once more before he finally reached out, giving it a short, hesitant shake.
“Dalton.”
He pulled his hand back almost immediately. —— (+)
supposed to be over? Or was the past still there, lingering behind him like a dark hand resting on his shoulder, ready to grab hold of him and make him disappear... again?
Dalton’s expression shifted at the question, whatever apology had been there disappearing almost immediately.
That was… weirdly specific.
His eyes stayed on her for a second, trying to figure out why some stranger was suddenly asking about his sleeping habits. —— (+)
She had been over the campus because she had a lecture there she had talked about the cases she had and even playing some tapes and sure she answered everyone’s questions.
Later that day Lorraine walked out and she felt someone and the moment that happened she had seen ++
himself and stop feeling like there was something everyone else knew that he didn’t.
Instead, things had begun creeping back in around the edges.
His brow pulled together.
“Why?”
He asked the woman with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. Wasn’t all of this —— (+)
Dalton hadn’t really been paying attention to where he was going.
His sketchbook was tucked beneath one arm, backpack hanging low from one shoulder while he made his way just off campus.
Classes were done for the day, and all he really wanted was to get back to his room —— (+)
before somebody decided to stop him for something.
He almost walked straight into @rosarymedium.
“Shit... sorry.”
He stopped short, taking a quick step back before finally looking up at the woman standing in front of him.
There was something about the way —— (+)