I took my time.
I made it a point to take careful little steps and even slower, smaller steps when I retrieved the basket of bread from where I left it and made my way back to his room at snail’s speed.
Thankfully, Grim didn’t follow me, but I did feel that small pull on our connection, a constant tug that was almost probing. He was checking where I was and if I was okay. It wasn’t invasive but rather comforting, like a reminder that even when we’re apart, we’re never completely separated from each other.
It’s as if he was with me, a shadow following me, but it’s coming from within me.
Half way back to his room, I decided to undress in a small alcove and then put on the shirt he gave me. It was too big, falling past my knees, but it was cotton and soft and… of my time.
I expected hi
