Bitterroot Valley drag me under

@Sega

the water at her feet moves in ripples and waves, pulling at the lake's shore like it means to swallow it whole. her paws are half-sunken into silt, and she feels the pull in her bones. it’s an old instinct, that want for oblivion, but it entices her to no end. not quite death, yet close enough to make her heart tremble all the same.

rain collects in fluttering lashes and falls to the pool beneath her, and the girl's eyes follow the mirrored image that stares back at her. it is a reverie short lived when a stone kicks forward behind her—her head whirls to glance back, only to soften at the sight of a familiar sight.

"oh," she exhales, "hi."