This belongs to yesterday.
Fingering that cross like she was religious, chewing through a lip until it bled raw.
Are you sure you want to do this?
A nod - in her silent manner.
Go on then: step over.
Her foot trembled from the floor, a terrified thing. It drew back.
Go on.
Her fists rounded, she shut her eyes to the sky, and lept.
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