there was something warm about him.ย something she wished that she could keep, and protect.ย but she knew what this place had stolen from her, what it had made her steal.ย she would never be that person who deserved happiness again, and she had come to terms with that.ย her soul was stained with the blood of the innocent.ย she had no right claiming another soul, yetโฆ all she wanted was this.ย the warmth of knowing someone cared, someone to check on her to see if she was okay.ย she didnโt deserve it, but she wanted it.
โ youโre sweet.ย โ she said, her mouth pulled into a frown as she observed the onlookers behind him whispering, โ i donโt think it matters anymoreโwhat i want.ย โ saraโs arm instinctively reached up to grab her other arm in a way to comfort herself, โ isโฆ is stan busy? โ a part of her was easing herself in on the idea of letting him in, while the other part struggled to balance the guilt on her shoulders.
sara couldnโt help the laugh that bubbled to the surface at being called โthe village witchโ.ย she tried hard to not let her sorrow mix into this odd sense of levity she felt in this moment with him, โ village witch.ย โ she smiled softly and stood aside from the door, โ you and ash can come inโฆ and iโll teach you how to make the dog food that nathan used to make.ย โ
elation shot through him at her smile and a smile came to him easy then. he gave a vague shrug at her question of stan. he didnโt want to think about him right now; โ stay away from her lion, shes a murderer! โ theyโd disagreed on that part. he thought sara was misunderstood โ there was so much about this place that they all didnโt understand. how did they know she wasnโt be controlled by those creatures; he would craft his own theories in relation to sara that made more sense. he knew her. she was not a killer.
he walked into the room and looked around, wondering if ghosts stuck around and if they had, did nathan choose to protect sara? he didnโt want to think to hard on that stuff. he kept his focus on sara, it made his head hurt less. โ stanโs probably at the bar. since tom he โ heโs been taking up space there. โ he set ash on the floor. โ donโt you get lonely? โ he turned to look at sara. โ scared? โ at night, i mean. i wouldnโt mind staying at night just to talk until we pass out. โ his voice betrayed him by growing shy and quiet. โ ohโฆ thanks sara. โ he nudged ash with a small smirk. โ say thank you ash. โ the dog sat there looking up at ash, shaking. he shook his head and looked back to sara. โ iโm sure heโs thanking you in some way. โ
