Lost Creek Hollow without you

A few seconds pass and he pulls away and when he becomes visible again, she watches as he moves around her. She stands still, like a bird with a broken wing, and when she can’t turn her head around any further, she snaps back ‘round to the other side to watch him. His eyes easily look her over as a predator might and she simply follows his gaze to try and figure out what his motive is. She licks her lips while anxiety stirs in the depth of her chest and she straightens herself back out, remaining stiff even as he saddles up beside her.

His words, at first, mean nothing. She does not react like she knows them, nor like he’s speaking gibberish. Her mind isn’t capable of interpreting it so she remains silent until he clarifies, then goes on to talk about a place he’s made his home. In a way, he offers her a place, but the gesture doesn’t have much back. One look at her and one can deduce how useless and pathetic she is. There isn’t anything impressive about her that will be of use.

Instead of responding, she turns her head back the way she’d been walking and slowly begins to move away.