[please don't leave me, she wants to say, even though he's already promised not to. because standing alone in hell, you die. it's cold and it's your time slipping through your hands. one hand drops, finds his shirt, grasps it, and written across her now exposed features is everything she's feeling.]
How do I be crueler to them?
[faint, a whisper. she cannot fathom how to do it.]
no subject
How do I be crueler to them?
[faint, a whisper. she cannot fathom how to do it.]