.if you kill me slowly.
12: eye of ice
I made coffee in the morning and smoked a cigarette. Evan had slept over at some guy's house—I didn't really care who's. I sipped my coffee, grimacing as I did so because I actually hated coffee, but I had to wake up. I was like a drone. I had to snap out of this state. I had to. . . move on.
But I couldn't. I missed Elle so much.
I heard a yip and looked out the window. Something tugged at my stomach. I saw that dog again, snooping around my yard. It looked up, its eyes strangely capturing. It barked.
The dog's bark.