Bearclaw Valley her perfume crucified me with memories

yes!! i will start this time <3

her steps away from her son were clipped and quick. as if she were eager to put distance between herself and the shame merrick had induced upon her. it was better she was moving; an anger stirred in her gut which bloomed in irate clouds about her vision, followed quick by the aftermath of guilt.

she would bathe her cheek and her insults in the river, and quickly forget this memory.