Re: Locked
I thought a boy was attacking a girl, and I threw a knife at him. We fought a little, but nothing too bad, and now I just feel guilty. He was saying things, or I thought he was, about how he should run, and the girl was screaming, and I just reacted.
The boy didn't tell me his name either, but he looked like Thomas, and his parents were dead, and he had a cottage with ten rooms and servants in a forest, but we never made it there, and he was in a cemetery. He spoke French, too, if that helps.
That's what my now is like Do you see something else for me? I think you're wonderful how you are, by the way, without needing to wear suits that don't fit. [...] And I'm sorry the end was bad.