Theea
He’s got a kind voice, I decide. I hope I’m not making up the curl of it in his accent, or the sincerity in his smile. “Just messing with me then,” I gripe a bit, pretending that doesn’t chill me right down to the bone. How long could I wander here and never find my out, never encounter another soul? I’d never find them then. “It didn’t do anything but spit me out here, to you. Not so scary, right?” I hope.
I hold the blanket patiently aloft over the candles, and after a few moments, the candles are flickering in defiance of the rain. I watch the fire in the comfortable white noise of the weather, and finally, someone’s company. I have no idea who Nikki is, but he’s someone.
I give him a warm smile, adjusting the blanket when the wind shifts. ”You’re welcome,” I say, and look back down at the candles—and try not to draw attention to Nikki’s leg. It would be rude to ask about that outright, but—
”Who are these for?” I ask. I have to tilt my head to see him from under my hood, one eye squinted. ”Can’t imagine anyone coming out to decorate a sapling in Ludo’s Wood just… because.”
I hold the blanket patiently aloft over the candles, and after a few moments, the candles are flickering in defiance of the rain. I watch the fire in the comfortable white noise of the weather, and finally, someone’s company. I have no idea who Nikki is, but he’s someone.
I give him a warm smile, adjusting the blanket when the wind shifts. ”You’re welcome,” I say, and look back down at the candles—and try not to draw attention to Nikki’s leg. It would be rude to ask about that outright, but—
”Who are these for?” I ask. I have to tilt my head to see him from under my hood, one eye squinted. ”Can’t imagine anyone coming out to decorate a sapling in Ludo’s Wood just… because.”
welcome to the world of pretend
where we pretend we don't feel pain
where we pretend we don't feel pain
