Callie
CallieI don’t know why my cat stays near the house that burned down. I don’t know why my heart breaks as I watch the unknown woman cry, but it does. If I were a human right now, I’d be crying. Sobbing as the strange woman does. Instead, I sit trapped in my cat, my heart aching,staring up at the moon as if it can give me the answers.
It feels like something’s wrong.
It feels like something’s wrong.Something so deep even the earth feels it. Like the wind has changed, the air has a different smell. Like… the shape of the world has been altered forever.
But why do I feel this way?
But why do I feel this way?Closing my eyes, the sense of wrongness intensifies as I focus on it. If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was some kind of magic. I’d think the ground and plants were mourni
