*Warning: Mentions of suicide and death
Walker averted his face from her piercing, black scrutiny, bending down to pick up the old bed sheet so that he wouldn’t have to look at her. Or see her looking at him like that: with tenderness and understanding that he certainly didn’t deserve.
He wasn’t sure what it was about it that set him on edge, but the idea that Meriwa might think badly of him… wounded him somehow.
In a way that it shouldn’t have.
They hadn’t known each other that long, for one. For another, she wasn’t going to be an installation in his life longer than she needed to. They were ships passing in the night, just a random luck run-in in each other’s lives. He’d look back on their time together down the line and it would have been a blip, gone in the blink of an eye.
Why
