0.3 : Severely Mistaken

If you think you know what you're getting into with her, you're so incredibly wrong.

She's not dumb, you know. She can see through you. You already know that, look at those eyes, girl, damn. They know. She knows. She already knows, but still, she's standing there like she wants you to do something about it.

You're not going to do anything about it though, are you? That's fine. Just make that decision now, not after you've approached her and made a fool of yourself. Stop staring at her and move. Now, or you're going to figure out very, very quickly that this isn't going to work at all.

But she is...she is words. They flow through her like they remain static in books. Oh god's above, she is made of them, made of them like perfection. You can not talk to her. You will...you will end up destroying her if you stick around. Move, boy, move. You can not afford to do this again. There is so much left to do. So much that does not involve losing your grip.

Move on now, before the angel sees you watching and realizes that she can use you to her advantage. Kill this fantasy now. Move.

Oh god. It's too late. It's too fucking late. Run. Run NOW. No. The fear is not immobilizing you if you refuse to move you fool, you're just fucking refusing to move. Pick up your bloody feet and move if you want to retain any semblance of normalcy to your pathetic life. Make your excuses. Get out of here, get out of here, get out of here, no, stay.

She's smiling at you.

She's smiling at me.


"Hi."