Though your intuition screams otherwise, your clammy palm cl..
Added 2020-10-26 18:31:30 +0000 UTCThough your intuition screams otherwise, your clammy palm clasps the cold metal of the door handle and opens the door. You step out, your legs feel like they’re moving through quicksand, not quite sure what you are going to be confronted with. The moment you see her, a pang of deep sorrow ripples through you. She has managed to sit up, her red coat around her as she clutched at her knees, childllike , almost reverent. You curse yourself for being so superstitious, for being a coward. You step towards her, determined to make your wrongs right ...
