Starving Butterfly (Shadowed States #2)

45. Oh

OH

Hands grabbed mine, walking me forward. A fuzzy face came into focus, if only for a second, before the haze resumed.

The low hum continued as I watched lips move but without processing them.

Maybe I had processed them, but the words stuck in the back of my mind.

No real reason to move them to the front. I didn’t care about the words.

Someone pulled my clothes off, or maybe I did. I wasn’t sure of anything. My body still breathed while hers didn’t. My eyes blinked while hers stared. Empty, abandoned, and alone. The coldness settled in; it amplified the hollowness in my gut. Everything moved on, but she hadn’t.