❝ h.. hey... ------ ❞ voice warbling on edge , the telltale abrasions drapes over him like a second shawl . a poignant amount of whines escape from him & his person attempts to unfurl from the other , his arm suddenly a fraying string . ❝ i--- i’m.. fine.... i wasn’t going to do any--thing .... ❞ it unravels poorly , his excuse swallowed up at the end . he’s got no clue who the other guy is but the firm grasp on his very much clammy wrist surfaces bad bad BAD memories that still plague him .
❝ you can let go..... ❞ // @trespvss











