#jamcsford

                      ❛    You  know,    Sawyer,    I  just  DON’T  understand  you.    Why  you  do  the  THINGS  you  do.    ❜

             kaylee wasn’t sure how to read the incredulous expression he fixed her with -- as many times as he’d stared at her, confounded by her seemingly boundless good nature, she could tell that there was something different in his gaze. he seemed unsettled. she had thought that it wouldn’t bother someone like sawyer, who shared a similar background. it wasn’t even something she’d meant to hide from him; it just hadn’t ever come up. it wasn’t as though it were easy to bring into casual conversation. oh, you’re a criminal? me, too! ain’t that just shiny? even so, she hadn’t wanted him to find out this way. she’d wanted to tell him, when the time came.

             she sat down on the steps that lead down into the cabin where he’d found the files, watching him as he looked through the folder. she could see her picture tacked to the page he had open. her file. her information. her crimes.

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.