Bramblepoint But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun.

step heavy, head down, teya plodded like a determined elk from that woodland. but footfalls behind her signalled that the stranger followed. she took solace in the solidity of their sound — it meant he was alive — and halted her step.
but teya could not bring herself to turn and look at him, in case she was wrong and she would see his face contort, hear the scream of a ghoul and see his frame fragment into nothing; her sides began to heave swiftly with racing breaths and when her chest tightened, teya sat down heavily in the fallen leaves, the bony curve of her back exposed.