@devilinthehouse Gotta Get That Angst W/ Our Babies

▌█ ∵  🛁   ∵ █ ▌Short distance from where the circle of friends had previously cut hands to make their word cement in more than just talk. They would come back if it ever did, as much as it terrified her she had to. There was a large amount of guilt that had followed her since they had sent It away. Mostly in regards with the boy she now walked hand and hand with. He had offered to walk her home given they had both decided to leave at the same time.

She adored him, truly the first friend she had when she had moved her was him. But, she was mad at herself, the fact she struggled not only to deal with pressure but with panic made her upset. What had happened in the sewers. The fact she stood idly by after intentionally following him in hopes of protecting him but, utterly failed. Only managing a horrific shriek after a few moments which managed to get everyone else's attention and scare it off. She had apologized and they did all hug him but the guilt weighed to heavy.

A reflecting few moments of silence as they walked thinking more and more about what had happened, her grip on his hand tightening only the slightest bit before suddenly tears began to trickle down paled cheeks. It had taken a few tries, opening her mouth to express what she felt, what was going on before utterly failing. Of course, this had to be a moment to which she couldn’t articulate what she felt, often avoided in his company but she knew because of how important this was to her it was going to be hard. Finally, what felt like eons to her she managed a simple and shaky, ❝ I’m, I- I’m sorry.❞