#xx616

[I don’t know, you are moving an awful long way away.] He grumbles, still tangling his fingers in her hair and petting it.

“Don't— don’t do that.” The personally warm feelings of nostalgia didn’t even have a chance to manifest. “Don’t say that. You know I come back in a few months. I said you could come with me. Maybe. Not go the dorm, but the main building’s got a nice locked basement with no lights, that a bunch of kids supposedly died in…”

“You remember when you used to comb my hair with your fingers? It turned it into a huge mess, but it made me giggle?”

“They sent me home early. I dunno why.”

Her little feet shuffle nervously against the decrepit wooden floor “It might be ‘cause I went an’ kissed this boy on the mouth on a dare. I didn’t think that was trouble bad. But I heard ‘em talkin’ about doctors, an’ stuff. I guess I got him sick. I’m sorry...”

“I know it’s a pointless human establishment. That’s why I spent five minutes rolling my eyes at it. Er. The things on the face.”

☠ Her little snores made the wavelengths of the monitor shake, sweet at first, but eventually much to the frequent chagrin of anyone trying to get a  good night’s sleep.

But just then, it wasn’t anyone’s lungs. It was simply static. A rough wave of aural crackling, as if a rather loud radio wave had just been intercepted. And a nonetheless audible, very conscious giggle.

The being wraps around her, petting her hair, and nuzzling her, [My sweet little one, your mommy couldn’t stay around to be with you.]