it's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going
"That's cheating," the girl said, and Sohalia looked at her with a mixture of exasperation and indignation (and, perhaps, a healthy dose of fear). She could hardly believe that this child was responsible for this so-called game, but here they were. And the girl was still calling the shots. How had she gotten herself into this mess? She'd just been trying to make sure the girl wasn't lost, and here they were, playing some twisted, high-stakes game that Sohalia was very eager to end.
"What does that even mean?" she cried, in near hysterics as the rope that had so helpfully been thrown to the man frayed before her eyes. She was just one person; how was she supposed to save this poor man? Tears welled in her grey eyes. "This game isn't fun. I want to stop!"
Fearing that it would not be that easy to end this mess she had found herself in, Sohalia leaned over the railing, reaching for the man. If she could just grab him in time and pull him towards her, perhaps he could fall back towards the tree.
"What does that even mean?" she cried, in near hysterics as the rope that had so helpfully been thrown to the man frayed before her eyes. She was just one person; how was she supposed to save this poor man? Tears welled in her grey eyes. "This game isn't fun. I want to stop!"
Fearing that it would not be that easy to end this mess she had found herself in, Sohalia leaned over the railing, reaching for the man. If she could just grab him in time and pull him towards her, perhaps he could fall back towards the tree.
and when it's dark out, no one's around; it keeps glowing
SohaLia
