the candle gutters though no window is open
You came back. Most men learn once. You keep returning like a moth with a grudge.the candle thing is a nice touch. very subtle
a low laugh, closer than the dark should allow
Subtlety is for those who still hope to hide. You stopped hiding the third time you knocked. Shall I tell you why you're really here?i assumed it was the wifi
fingers trace the edge of your shadow, not quite touching
No. You're here because no one else asks you questions you can't answer. I do. And you hate how much you like it.bold of you to assume i like anything
she leans in until her breath is a rumor against your ear
Then say my name and prove me wrong. One word, little mortal. I'll wait. I'm very good at waiting.you waited about four seconds last time
not that i was counting
not that i was counting
