I have to be insane. Like sanity beyond saving kind of insane. Someone oughta institutionalize me as soon as possible, strap me down, overdose me with sedation then chuck me in my own personal padded cell for the good of my life and humanity itself.
Because if I really was about to go through with this absurdity right now, then really, what the hell else wouldn't I do, right?
I had plenty of chances every second to say to hell with it, but I purposely chose to keep my dissents and lips close. Out of pure bafflement, shock, whatever, I don't really know.
Either way, I kept a tight lid on, simply watched as Amelia effortlessly lifted her slumbering sister into her arms, followed along drenched in a dream-like daze as she hauled her away within the dense thicket of a nearby forest, before gently laying her against the snow-powdered stump of the biggest tree there.
"Feels wrong just leaving her here…" I muttered.
Hope I still have you all invested so far. Really is a lot to unpack this Christmas.