A Map To Get Lost || H.S
"...She allowed her nightmares to swallow her whole, and isn't even aware that as she continues to scratch her way through the dark, she isn't any closer or further away from leaving, but instead: standing still, stuck in time, unmoving. Holding a map to get lost instead of found."
The coffee shop bursts into a chorus of awed snaps, and I watch with wide, tearful eyes at his now retreating figure.
When the door chimes, signalling his absolute departure I make no move to follow. I sit there, numb, submerged in a pool of self doubt and shock, his words bouncing around my head. Haunting me. Taunting me. Tormenting me. But most importantly.
Shaking me awake.
Emory has a secret but according to Harry, she also has a tell.
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