[She sees him moving away again and despite the urge to remind him to go away, she doesn't. The fatigue settles in on her bones again and she heads in the opposite direction to find a place to sit down. While she's grateful he still hasn't figured things out, another part of her muses that it would just be easier at this point for someone to know, anyone to know.
Or maybe it would easier to just look psychotic to anyone who walked by.
Sending out enough psychotic loner bitch vibes would at least protect her.]
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Or maybe it would easier to just look psychotic to anyone who walked by.
Sending out enough psychotic loner bitch vibes would at least protect her.]