Stone Circle rabbit heart

it is the phantom image of him that has her continue, even as her throat turns to sandpaper and her lungs to fire. he could have just as easily changed his mind and come after her then. she glances wildly over her shoulder, and her heart near drops out of her chest. yelp tears from her throat, and the girl stumble, stopping messily and turning to face him, cowering low. "don't!"

her tail curls tightly, and againt, "don't!" her sides are heaving, all she can taste is bile. "I didn't—I won't tell!" she inches backward, caught between the need to flee and the instinct to make herself as small as possible.