Stone Circle constellations forming skin over fragile bone

Want to wrap up?

She takes a moment in the brief comfort. He doesn’t demand for her to know anything other than the fact she needs to leave. Whether or not it’s enough to keep her by his side, it’s enough to keep her in motion—until he says her name and she flinches. She hadn’t expected him to remember (she barely remembers herself) and she looks away, shifting her weight to pull away. “Addie,” she tells him, instead. It’s enough to be her, or whom she think she is, without setting anything in stone. She still doesn’t feel close enough to herself that everything is going to change but, maybe, things don’t have to be the way they were before.

The cold envelops her and she regrets pulling away from the brute and his thick fur but if she stays any longer, she’ll surely drown. In that moment, she doesn’t care where they go but she moves. She does not move with any particularly quick speed or suspicion should someone come across them—now feeling as if they are committing some crime—but she does have a purpose in her step and a direction in mind.