— 𝓌𝑜𝓁𝒻 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓅’𝓈

what happens after ? ( she’s quick to smell the air behind him . stale . floating particles of granite . sweat . ) how’d you find ‘im ?

( eyes rove over ever corner . she has to remember this . there’ll be so surprise if she ends up hunkered out here alone . ) this all yours ? ( hand grazes the wall . )

( hesitant . but she follows , just like the first time . no limping . )

( oh . that’s the most light she’s had in her eyes in weeks . ) okay .

. . . do you ? ( last time wasn’t very promising . )

( yeah . yikes . she snorts ever so slightly . ) i always need meat . gets real annoyin’ .

well . . . stole some candy , threw it up , almost became a piranha in a crowd of children , an’ had t’ seclude myself to the van ‘m livin’ outta with some mystery pills . so bad . very bad .

it was halloween . i think the only two nights anyone ever has is between two extremes .

what’d halloween do t’ you ?

you ever get the feelin’ that everythin’ that has an’ will go wrong is entirely your fault .

so quick to fuck me over and make me a cripple . my life’s hard enough :

i will when yer not such a dick . ( refusing to even look her way now . brows furrow , rubbing her calf carefully . dammit . )