[ don't ᶠ͟ᴱ͟ᴬ͟ᴿ͟ ] the 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙴𝚁

the   only   thing   you   know   is   that   this   slightly   older   than   a   toddler   girl   is   your   niece.   congratulations,   cynthia,   you've   grown   the   curse   within   a   being   not   suitable   for   it.   whatever   light   you   have   left   blinks   itself   when   she   speaks.   uncle.   uncle.            [         i   am   an   uncle.   what   does   this   mean      ?         ]         you   understand   what   she   signs,   dr.   loomis   has   taught   you   at   least   one   useful   thing.   she   says   that   she   doesn't   believe   you're   evil.   it   stirrs   the   very   you   that   cannot   escape.

nothing   leaves   your   lips   however,   just   deep   breaths   in   and   out.   you   look   down   slowly,   first   at   your   hand   that   was   held   and   then   to   her,   to   properly   look   at   her.   she   looks   so   much   like   cynthia   and   nothing   like   her   at   all.   she   is   so   small,   you   think   you   could   crush   her   so   easily   but   that   is   not   you.   you   do   not   want   to   hurt   her.   your   breathing   picks   up   at   the   inner   battle.   

❝         ...   ...   ...   ...   n..   name..      ?            ❞         though   finally   comes   the   question.   you   do   not   know   her   name,   not   one   you   can   remember.   things   all   swirl   in   your   head,   they   merge   together.   cynthia   is   laurie,   laurie   is   cynthia.   what   is   a   strode      ?         where   has   judith   gone      ?      why   are   they   not   at   home      ?         ❝         home...            ❞

leo’s 2k celebration ➜ @dogboy-tim​