Jan 4, 2022
the shifter says, you don’t understand. every day i put on a set of someone else’s skin, because if someone touched mine i might die. because no one would ever touch mine. he says, you don’t understand. every day i am someone on purpose, because i can’t do it naturally, because i don’t understand how everyone else manages. every day i wake up, and the strange face in the mirror is almost too much for me to bear. i can’t stand it, can’t stand at all on my own. left to my devices, i steal someone else’s legs, and the sound of his footsteps in my kitchen frightens me. gun to my head, i couldn’t tell you why i took your skin. i guess i thought the jacket would be warm, not heavy.
dean says, me too. then shoots him.
