Wapun Meadow bébé ils ne veulent pas de toi

“Were you away for very long?”

The question came right off her lips in the spirit of conversation before she had a chance to let silence fill some imaginary void between them. As though the fear of silence would mean that she was somehow detached from reality as it were; as though in spite of not wanting to pry she found herself filled with an intense curiosity about him.

It must have been nice to go home—she did not imagine what that sort of relief felt like, nor did she wish it upon herself. Surely the guilt from causing worry would mount an attack to the betterment of herself and that was only provided that she did not find seeking teeth to punish her for simply vanishing.

If only she knew.