Otter Creek I’m a wandering soul, Traveling a well worn road

go ahead and skip me going forward <3

The last thing Anselm saw as he sunk to the ground was Raindrop’s swimming visage. His brow furrowed; didn’t he know her?

The tension in his face melted away as his thoughts faded to black. He was unaware of everything — he did not feel Raindrop lick his wounds, nor did he register Etienne’s familiar, lyrical voice. 

His body remained eerily still — his shallow breathing the only sign that he clung to life.