But the hunter wouldn’t chase her, would never lower himself. Eventually she would come to him; and she would see that he’d been right all along. Then she would ask his forgiveness, to which he would kindly grant. But today most likely wasn’t that day, and the frigidity of her shoulder could be f...
Partially due to the robot, who’d been walking restlessly around the cavern for hours, but mostly because of the recent argument between me and Alice. I tossed about, staring up at the ceiling and mumbling random thoughts that entered my mind. Reflection can be an ugly place. I found myself recap...