a terrified creature races through the night.
tiny ghosts escape chapped lips open wide. fuck, it's cold.
never glancing left or right, only up from time to time.
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what do you think? she doesn't actually ask, though i know that she wants to even before she finishes pushing though the door. she cut off all her hair again today. it looks god awful.
i tell her that i like it, that it fits her.
my cheeks used to flush when she entered a room like that, but now i feel nothing. i should love her anyway, i promised.
really, i had no idea she would murder all of the things that made her beautiful in only a few years time.
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