Lost Creek Hollow i feel them creep inside

she comes at him verbally with all the aggression she could possibly hold in her tiny body, spitting curse words at him and tossing in his face that he'd slept with his ex-wife. ingram doesn't wince; instead he meets her barbing words with a stony silence.

the way you keep throwing it back in my face is beginning to severely make me regret telling you. he tells her with an eerie calm; a low rumble on his words. i wanted us to be honest with one another, but i'm beginning to think it was a mistake.

they are not our problem. he wishes to tell her, but bites the scathing retort back.

fine, is what he settles for; suddenly feeling exhausted. she couldn't refuse and it was what he had to accept, no matter how much he didn't like it.

that's unfair, ash paw. do not put your words in my mouth, do not put your fears onto me and make it my issue. a heavy sigh lifts and then pushes ingram's shoulders back down; a small shake of his head given.

what are we doing? if we cannot be equals with one another, if we cannot forgive past transgressions ... then what are we doing?