Sep 10, 2024
@shiitbird // ben helped eliza: "❝ hey stop— stop! look at me. they’re dead now. you can stop. ❞"
breaths are labored, heavy in her chest, as arms that feel like they weigh millions of pounds sink heavily -- that iron bar still in hand. lips press firmly together, trying like hell to get her breaths even again as she turns her gaze up to ben. she can feel the backsplash of blood dotting her cheeks like freckles &&. she can feel that fear clogging her throat. they were gonna hurt them. they were gonna hurt ben.
she couldn't let that happen.
