Bramblepoint my sweet torment

I'm so sorry

He was trying. He was trying so hard. But it wouldn't be the same. It could never be the same. That was why she needed to go back, but she knew he would never understand. He was just some boy.

It won't be loud enough for God to hear, Ana muttered darkly. Suddenly she was angry, and she wasn't quite sure why. She took a step forward. Then another. When she spoke again it was with a vicious calm. Nobody cares about your ideas. You're just a child.

Her hackles lifted. If you drowned right now, no one would care.

She could show him. Anathema lunged, jaws snapping for his ruff with every intention of gripping him and shoving his head into the water.