Clover
Time has no meaning to me right now. It means nothing when I won’t ever get time with my Grandma again. Voices have stopped sounding like we are underwater, but I don’t care to listen to what they have to say.
Rune made me eat soup. He made it himself and he’s actually a great cook. He said I need nutrients in my body. I wasn’t eating so he picked up the spoon and began feeding me. It brought back memories from Belial but I didn’t let it consume me. I was too numb to feel the pain of that. It always seems to be Rune making the mistakes which remind me of him.
Rune who could never hurt anybody, yet the son of Deathlands doesn’t affect me like that. Nothing he does gives me the fear. He’s successfully managed to make memories about him instead. Turning them positive.
I don’t speak
