Yet she starts in the middle of the night, fearful and tears already falling down her face. It’s hard to forget. The rushing water. The figure disappearing beneath the waves. The feeling of helplessness because again, she couldn’t do anything again.
They’d left the hellhole they’d been whisked off to but she hasn’t seen Leon yet.
It’s dark outside and it’s late and it’s nonsensical but her hands fly to her CereVice without warning. She just barely has the mind to keep from calling, so instead she texts.
Her voice would break if she called anyway.]
aree yuo okay?
[She doesn’t even notice the typos before she sends the text.]
text; post-event
Yet she starts in the middle of the night, fearful and tears already falling down her face. It’s hard to forget. The rushing water. The figure disappearing beneath the waves. The feeling of helplessness because again, she couldn’t do anything again.
They’d left the hellhole they’d been whisked off to but she hasn’t seen Leon yet.
It’s dark outside and it’s late and it’s nonsensical but her hands fly to her CereVice without warning. She just barely has the mind to keep from calling, so instead she texts.
Her voice would break if she called anyway.]
aree yuo okay?
[She doesn’t even notice the typos before she sends the text.]