“How long is the ride?”
I remember that I had lastly asked Edgar the question, but he was equally as ignorant on the journey's end as I am.
I would have struck up a conversation with him after that, seeing that a rare time like this is pretty much the best quiet hours I could ever have with him. But instead, I chose to keep shut.
Observing my tiny hands underneath the beam of light that filtered itself through the windows and nervously fidgeting with them...
I still am not sure why I’m here.
Paying attention to the indistinct clatter from the outside surrounding and it’s chirping birds...
What am I really doing here.
Ah, I know!, I exclaimed as I’d just remembered something.
I should ask Edgar about the torn gown that I found amongst his clothing! I had brought it here with me, I r
