Thereβs absolutely no fight within her small frame as sheβs pushed up against the wall. Her voice came out a whisper, βOkay.β
Pretty sure she just heard her voice in her head. Freaky.
Most of the time the minimal slumber she gets is haunted by nightmares but occasionally she gets to dream.
Itβs always the same person.
Handsome.
Sweet.
Funny.
Kind.
She has no clue who he is.
Even then she loves the way he keeps the dark at bay.
The spider in the corner of her room has built quite the beautiful web. Maybe itβll catch this pesky fly thatβs been buzzing around her head.
He doesnβt seem to be okay and she isnβt the type to just leave someone in times of crisis. This seemed like it was a crisis. The woman issues polite apologies to anyone he bumps but sheβs still steadily making her way towards him until she can just . . .
There. Her hand β
Agreed. This is not therapy. They do not need to delve into semantics.
Just enjoy the casual conversation.
β. . . I have a lot of love. I think. Iβm just never sure who to give it to.β
A faint shrug. Nothing wrong with wanting what you want.
Demure smile, βI wonβt.β
Something bumped her elbow, the camera in her hands nearly bouncing right out of them.
Ah!
Her head whipped to the side to see the culprit. Wait, does she know him? Flower crown. Sensing his distress she began to follow after him, β. . . Hey β β
The ironic part is none of her thoughts were even remotely sexual. It had been a project for photography class a year or two ago. So all she would have seen were flashes and tasteful fetish clothing.
βMhm, it was a photoshoot. Looking back on it he was probably not putting up β
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Anna blinked.
βNo need. I know from experience.β
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