I'd mind. A lot, actually. [ her voice and gaze are unwavering. ] I don't know what you think you did, but....
[ the "was it me?" that greets you at every turn, the empty feeling you can't shake no matter what you do, the tactile loss that wraps around your shoulders. ]
no subject
[ the "was it me?" that greets you at every turn, the empty feeling you can't shake no matter what you do, the tactile loss that wraps around your shoulders. ]
Nobody deserves to be alone.