I watch her leave before turning back to the twins' things. Taking in my surroundings again, I head to Rayah and lay at her side, slipping my arms around her. They surprisingly don't fall through, but probably don't feel like anything either. You're gonna be okay, Rayah. I know it.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I sigh and bring a hand to the side of her face, just looking at her a moment before answering. Bad things happen to good people. I didn't luck out this time.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I overhear the word pregnancy but tune the conversation out, not wanting to step over anything that's not my business. It's not Rayah... I would have known if she was. So I have to turn a blind eye. It's not for me to know.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I went to confront noisy neighbours, only to find the windows dark, stuck with two notes. The ghost, too, had "gone fishing". Something still whistled. — Liminality