[it's the last few pages of this notebook, because the rest are in tact. she has to make note of what's happened, link it to these etchings from the past, or else it--
?!
hearing someone nearby is one thing, but the struggling noises and the sudden sound of her own name in a dreadfully familiar tone is another thing entirely.
her stomach drops and skin goes cold.]
...No. [absolutely not. Flynn? here?
Flynn is dead. she watched it happen. the woman with her face did it.
that means he's a specter, right? come to torment? to shame? as he should, but all the same--
her eyes well up against her better wishes, and while her mouth opens and closes, no sound comes out. all she can do is shake her head.]
no subject
?!
hearing someone nearby is one thing, but the struggling noises and the sudden sound of her own name in a dreadfully familiar tone is another thing entirely.
her stomach drops and skin goes cold.]
...No. [absolutely not. Flynn? here?
Flynn is dead. she watched it happen. the woman with her face did it.
that means he's a specter, right? come to torment? to shame? as he should, but all the same--
her eyes well up against her better wishes, and while her mouth opens and closes, no sound comes out. all she can do is shake her head.]