You are the night-time fear
There's not a lot of thought behind it: you just swerve and sprint, try to analyze and predict the terrain so as to not fall on your face. The snow is heavy in places, the branches cruel as their bare bones whip his face, but eventually, it lessens—the forest, the onslaught.They spill out at the edge of the forest, and Aamu turns to Mabel.
Notices the tear in her shirt. The dark, glistening fluids.
This feeling in his chest? He remembers it from when he still had a heart. That cold, deep dread, followed by the hot and roiling guilt. Shame. "Mabel," he says, voice complicated. It doesn't know how to hold all he's feeling. "I'm so, so sorry."
He'd ended up doing the one thing he didn't want to—the one thing he tried not to. With downcast eyes he follows her back to
You are the morning when it's clear
AAMU
