Swiftcurrent Creek Are written on the subway walls

gonna throw a conclusion on this! <3

At some point, though, Wren had stopped listening. A whirling static had begun to take hold and she felt her lungs strain at the thought of... this. Everything.
He was being nice. Too nice, even, and while it should have brought her comfort, what it instead gave was a lump in her throat. Why was he telling her these things? Why did everyone try so hard to convince her that she was wrong about herself when—
So she simply nods, pretending, and lets the silence hang over them for a while. She liked his company, at least, even in the blistering quiet.
She would leave when she felt it was time.