He found me. He found my friend, sent them a follow request, shattered a sense of security I
didn't even know I had. I got so scared and I hated myself for it. Aren't I better yet? But no. Not
every haunting is a ghost. And not every healing is a hospital. And not every bite is of food. And
sometimes your demons resurrect themselves at the most unexpected times just to remind you
that they happened. And he happened. He is still happening. And he found me.
The candlelight shone off the colored glass of the bottles that lined the shelves, flickering and illuminating the old, faded labels. Lightning of a summer storm. Winter wind. Time (1 yr). “Sir?” The
He’s waited for such a very long time. For as far back as he can remember, he’s known of his task—to protect his king even if it costs him his life. And his master was a kind one, always making sure t
I feel the cusp of unformed emotions bubbling up in my throat. They threaten to spill out at inopportune moments. A throwaway phrase, a hand gesture that is more forceful than it needs to be. Like the
