Geneva
Demir is looking at me funny. It’s like he’s trying to figure me out but failing miserably and for the first time ever it seems… liberating. I know how f*ucked up that sounds. We are in the middle of a mess even bigger than we thought, we are trapped in a cabin in the woods with basically no allies for the moment, but for some reason I find comfort in his curiosity. Because there is no judgement in his behaviour. Because he apologized. Because he f*ucking suggested Veronica is the bad guy.
No one has ever said that before. No one has ever stopped and listened and I don’t know what to do or say to it. The natural urge to prove him wrong, to show him how evil I can be barely leaves me alone but I fight with it. This is nice. Despite everything, it is. It makes me on edge but I like
