What was it she was supposed to do again? Breathe. Count. Crouch down, head between knees. She could hear Dr. V’s voice, but it wasn’t registering. Her head was spinning, and she was breathing way faster than she knew she should. She just wanted to get home
Some people are generally put together, no matter what. The kind that can sit in a storm, as though they were having a tea party. Sayo was one of those…
…you have to make peace with the fact that you are the villain in someone else’s story even if you thought you were doing the right thing. You don’t get to tell them how to narrate their experience..
Even when she’d just woken up, even when she’d been working out. Sayo always smelt like cinnamon.