Overture Downs I told you a lie, désolé, mon amour

did she?

to be claimed, to be changed.

how long ago had she left the forest behind? how long had it been since she stopped questioning everyone and everywhere? how long, how long —

in others it might have inspired the need to take this chance, to seize the opportunity. instead the idea made her quiver like an arrow held too long. the uncertainty of it all offered some worries on what the changes might bring, what they would look like.

not sure.

and she felt so terrible, to look this gift in the mouth and be scared of all the teeth inside. even if they were kind. even if the change might be pressed on her eventually.

come visit you?

to test the waters, to feel the edges of change before she dove straight in.