The clicking of my heels rapping on the pavement, the soft, sharp, repetitive noise, is the sound that pulls me out of my catatonic state.
How long I've been walking, I’m not sure.
The only thing I am sure of is that I've finally confronted Harlan. Have finally given him a piece of my mind. And it is true that a certain weight seems to have lifted off of my shoulders, but does that only serve to let me run away from him faster? He is in the distance, and that distance is growing greater with every rapid step I take.
But then, my thoughts, which have been fully suffocated by Harlan and the painful yet liberating exchange I've just had, become clouded with more pressing issues.
I am just walking. Alone, without my coat, without Rhea, and I haven't even let her know that I've gone. Will s
