(22) Icarus Fell
I dawdle in the storage room. Unlacing the mess inside my mind and the vision that continues to plague me. I find myself just standing there as I unravel the mess and try to make sense of what’s going to happen. But the visions are relentless, and it doesn’t change no matter the pressing.
He would escape, but I won’t be coming. Because of that, it feels better somehow to know he’ll be safe. Back to his rightful place, wherever that may be. And I have the hope I would return to mine soon.
I won’t hide the fact that I’m scared and terrified for myself and for the people involved, but for some reason, there is also less anxiety now. There are no ifs anymore or when. Just preparation and acceptance.
My hands busy themselves with work for what’s to come. I swipe what I can
