He let a subtle sigh at the sight of her at his doorsteps, sta | Sam Scribbles
He let a subtle sigh at the sight of her at his doorsteps, staring at him blankly. He stepped aside to let her in, and for a split second he thought he saw the colors fading out of her figure when she walked in, was that just him?
When he closed the door, turning back to her, he held his breath at the sight of her bare back under the torn shirt, drenched in luminous crimson under the dim light of his corridor lamp, along with small to medium wounds from… are those pieces of glass?
“I can't do this one alone,” her hoarse voice broke the silence between them for once.
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She sat on the floor, hands leaning against her knees, while her sight hanged in empty space. The only thing that filled the silence between them was the clacks of glass shards ringing in the bowl he brought to put them into. He tried to be careful, but no noise escaped her lips to let him know otherwise.
He wondered to himself why he didn't have anything to say to her, not that she spoke much anyway.
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